Leander was looking at the flowers in amazement. No one but his mother had ever brought him flowers when he was at the hospital. He reached out a hand towards them and Dorian placed them in it.
"I picked them myself," Dorian boasted, glad that Morris had been entirely ignored. Morris, who was sitting next to him, sat silently.
He should have gone with the flowers. Should have gone out to the meadows around Huergaz and picked up something nice and yellow for Leander.
While Morris was beating himself up, Leander had brought the flowers to his nose. He took a whiff, then another. He blinked. They didn't smell of anything.
"Do you like them?" Dorian asked, having noticed Leander's perplexed look.
