R didn't seem to mind the subject change, relieved in a way for the break. His brain still felt like mush - his mouth even worse.

"Rrgh....rose," R said. He punctuated it with a moan as he wandered over to Shion and leaned closer to get a better look. A blue one, like the one they'd been talking about. (They had talked about it? R thought they had.) His hand crept out, cold and grey and blue around the finger tips where old blood seemed to have settled. His skin brushed against Shion's as he gently pressed his fingers against the rose's smooth surface. "I...like...it."

He looked up from the rose. Humans giving him gifts still took getting used to. R's fingers curled around the rose, happy to hold it at stare at it. Getting it on his neck might be a team effort, unfortunately.