Angel almost never remembered his dreams, but when he snapped awake that morning he was confused by the fact that he remembered what he dreamed of. A man with bright purple eyes... doing something-- something! The dream was gone, all he could remember were those purple eyes. In the early hours, some nurses checked on him and he was even cleared to take the stupid bandage off of his head. He showered in the small bathroom and was given more of what looked like pajamas and not just a flimsy gown. By the time Dr. Nelson came back Angel looked a lot better than before. His dark hair was fixed into a slightly messy fashion, he was clean, and had some proper clothes on.<br/><br/>Looking up from what he was doing he gave a timid smile as a greeting. Angel couldn't figure out what to say when Doctor Nelson came into his room, he had expected some kind of awkwardness or the other completely acting like the night before hadn't had happened. He got awkward. The boy couldn't suppress his smile when the other fumbled with his own words, it was... cute in some weird kind of way. His eyes were still a beautiful purple, he could get lost in a color like that. Instead of answering he ended up blankly staring up into those doctors eyes, taking in the pure beauty of the odd color that they were. His favorite color was also purple, so he couldn't help it.<br/><br/>When he realized what he was doing he straightened himself up and coughed. "Some colors... are still off-- I just, sorry," Angel was now fumbling over his own words! Taking a deep breath to calm his frazzled nerves he got out of the bed, this time taking it slowly so he didn't nearly fall over. "Go wait in the hallway so I can change, and then we can go, you have to pay for the donuts," No more flirting, just a bit of teenage fun and banter, which was a little weird as he was a fully grown man.