True to his word, Bray's there after his show, roses and all. He thinks they were white roses at one point. He's also forgone the hat, but stuck with his normal outfits otherwise. It's not like he needed to go out of his way to look 'nice', it's not as if his looks were a factor.
There was concern, though. That Sami would change his mind, realize that Bray was hardly an ideal choice to date. He just shrugged that off as the newness of the situation, although he would back off if that was the case. This was different than when he gathered his brothers and sisters. Sami wasn't part of his army, his War. Sami was like the sun (after all, he chose the nickname for a reason), something to be worshiped, not owned.
He stepped into the shadows, not quite sure where to find Sami at the moment. He hadn't quite memorized his steps yet, didn't want to intrude more than allowed. So he settled for relaxing against the wall, moving the flowered from hand to hand.
"Suuunshiine," he crooned, attempting to draw Sami's attention. From wherever he was. A homing signal of sorts.