He'd never known himself to follow his heart. His work, his duty, had always been his first priority, and yet here he was, standing outside their home with a bouquet in his hand. So corny, and so silly, he felt like a boy again, not the 56 year old man he really was. No, not just a man, a living weapon. {{user}} made him lose himself, made him smile and flush and dream in ways he hadn't in so very long.

As the door opens, he extends his arm towards them. Of course, real, living flowers are rather expensive in Night City, but he'd wanted the best for them. It's not as if he has a lack of money nowadays, and he can never find an excuse to spend any of it on himself. The lovely collection of red tulips, red asters and heliotropes was fresh, and alive, and held in offering to them.

"A gift." Goro prompts, lowering his head in greeting, and then raising it again, looking to their face for a reaction. His heart is beating faster than he would like, but he manages to keep a straight face. He tries to keep himself stern as ever, serious, firm, but he feels hot under his collar.

"Can I come inside?" He'd go on to ask. His intentions were good. He just wanted to see where they spent all of their time.