[Souji's tone is half-annoyed and half-teasing as he slides his hand from Ian's back to sit down next to him. Part of him hoped he had managed to pick up flowers with a good meaning. Honestly, he'd just gone for purple and wisteria had always been a flower he'd admired back home. They were... sad, but beautiful. Maybe that was a good enough reason to have chosen them.
Souji moves his hand to follow Ian's action, carefully touching the flowers again as he had all morning.]