[Reaction.]
[He's back getting a shower and changing out of the clothes he's been wearing for days, and so he sees this. He don't got a clue how Damian managed it, but he don't waste time trying to suss it and what it means for the boy being able to do things he ain't meant to be able to do. 'Stead, washed and clean and with some clothes tossed into a backpack, he sits on the bed and looks at the sketch and written poetry.
It's silly, and he knows it is, but he starts crying and he ain't sure he's never going to stop. He's meant to go right on back to the hospital, since he ain't real sure when Damian's going to be moved, but he curls up on his side for just a spell, fingertips tracing sketched wings, and he stays there 'til the crying quits. And when he leaves to go on back to the hospital, counties away and like it's a whole 'nother world from the cottage that he knows they're going to be giving up soon, he takes one of the lotus petals with him. The rest is tucked into his packpack 'longside his clothes.]