[Some weird canon-compliant/semi divergent thing but mixed with the Evelon color drain.]
It was a bit of a silly notion, Tenma supposed, to be bringing flowers. But ever since Grimmer had awoken, finally, after so much breathless time of waiting and praying silently by his bedside to whatever god would listen, Tenma found himself doing a myriad of silly things. Things like sneaking in far yummier food than what the hospital provided; he told himself if he was asked, he'd assert that he knew what he was doing. And he did. He was a doctor after all.
But he'd forgotten a very crucial thing--this blasted weather condition, or whatever it could be called; the lack of color, the lack of definition in the world--had turned his roses to a very muted, quiet light grey. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The courage that he'd garnered when he'd phone-ordered a dozen red roses had effectively left him.
Well... he supposed it wasn't such a problem, now. And it had been terribly, terribly hasty on his part.