There’s a daisy chain on Patrick’s bunk. It’s a little lopsided, already wilting in the heat, but otherwise a decent effort. Patrick cocks his head and contemplates the gift. There’s little doubt who it’s from, and really not much doubt over its meaning either. Pete is, after all, not exactly subtle.
Patrick considers his options for a while, thumbs stroking over the soft petals. Eventually, he ignores the warnings the rational side of his mind is trying to make and replaces his cap with the flowers. Pete’s smile when he next sees Patrick is enough to erase any lingering doubt.