Pyrrhus had arrived as promptly as one could in a situation like this, particularly with the sun playing hopscotch around the sky. He'd actually dressed somewhat normal tonight- black button down shirt and pants and boots. He was becoming really aware of just how much of his wardrobe was black. He'd stopped by the greenhouse and picked out a few pink flowers- plants weren't his forte, so even he couldn't name them, but they were pretty and reminded him of her. Checking himself in the mirror in the hallway, he fixed his hair a little, making sure it framed his face properly, then knocked on her door, the flowers hidden behind his back.