[The words slip out without thinking, an automatic reaction more than anything else. The meanings of wisteria are filtering through Ian's memory, and they're--strangely appropriate.]
Did you... Pick this one intentionally?
[Gently he caresses one of the petals, idly feeling the smooth texture between his fingers. It'll be a rather large coincidence if this just happened to be what Souji decided on, without any knowledge of its meaning.]