Oh, of all the people-...The fact that he could apparently feel when one of those little flowers was touched was one thing, but had he just called him by the name his brother used to have? He is not Millions Knives, thank you very much!

"Oi! Have a little respect for the dead, dumbass." Not that he really expected him to know any better, but he was still going to say it. He reached out and flicked another flower in a tiny, petty show of retaliation. Still silent, though, still letting him be blissfully unaware of the dead man sitting right next to him. "And maybe get out of the suns! You're pale enough, you're gonna sunburn just as red as your stupid coat."

Now he was just being childish. He couldn't remember a single time he'd seen the man take any damage from the suns. He was probably the luckiest SOB on the entire planet, especially considering how pale he was. Anyone else with that complexion would have burned up into a shriveled little husk, even with the shade those vines were giving him overhead.