The old woman's on him before Riley can even blink, and he gives his best friend a death glare Ryan's seen many times before then quickly shifts his expression into a much sweeter one as he slouches down to get closer to the woman's eye level. "He's right, I love stamp collections. Wouldn't you know it, my Gamma Agnes used to collect them, too?"

"My name is Agnes!" the woman exclaims, the slender fingers of one of her frail hands reaching out wrap around his wrist, and Riley is more than a little surprised by how unexpectedly strong that grip is.

"Oh, that's nice," he coos, looking up at Ryan as his jaw tightens. "Buddy, isn't that so nice? Remember what else Gamma loved, she loved daisies. I'm thinking that's what we should go for today, Agnes, what do you say?" Agnes nods but before she can say anything more, Riley is walking her back toward Ryan and patting her gently on the back. "Ryan's the very best at picking out daisies, I promise, you're in very good hands with this di-- delightful guy right here."