The sweetest of gestures; from the cruelest of men.

Post the horrible Saint Denis bank robbery, a few of the men get lost at sea and end up on an island called Guarma. A week of worry, dread, tears and acceptance later, they all suddenly show, one by one. And, it's no surprise to see who Micah goes to first.

A hand behind his back fidgets with the object very gently. "'Ts been hell but.. gotcha this."

The delicate, colourful flower sits in his hand, calloused fingers wrap around it and hold it firmly in place, ready for you to take over. You wonder just how much care went into making sure it didn't rip or get crushed while he was there, seeing as it's in perfect shape—as if picked just now. It's unique and exotic; and all yours now, as if Micah's apology gift for being gone so long.

"Don't make it a big deal.." He grumbles as he sees your eyes light up at the gesture, eyeing out the beautiful light purples and dark blues on the petals.

The free hand digs it's fingers into the nape of his neck, rubbing and soothing his nerves. "Still, I missed 'ya... lots." The toothy grin you missed all week flashes on his face, hiding how truly excited he is to see you.