By angelic standards, making the chair move across the room was a pretty small display.  To someone who'd been living in a hospital room nonstop for the past 3 years, it was higher than the highest magics he'd thought possible.  This would probably be why he looked like he wanted to clap for the angel when the chair moved.  He wasn't startled, he was filled with absolute wonder.<br/><br/>"You mean guys can't usually see you?  How come?  That seems sort of strange to me.." while the fact that the boy could see the angel was very interesting to the angel, to Rusty it was just something else to think about now.  For the time being.. he had a guardian angel to sit and talk with him.<br/><br/>"So have you always been an angel, or is it like on TV and in the books where you used to be a person who died or something?  I think you probably weren't a person before you were an angel.. you look too.. nice.. to have been a person." He'd almost used the word hansom, or pretty, but had managed to stop himself.  Of course he would look pretty.. he's an angel!<br/><br/>The fact that the angel almost told him he wasn't here to watch over him simply hadn't caught Rusty's attention.  Instead, he grinned and looked up to his postcard.  "I've always wanted to travel, but I've never actually been anywhere.. I've always been told I'm too sick.  The moment I'm better I plan to visit each and every place I have a post card for.  I imagine with those wings you've probably seen a lot of these places haven't you?"<br/><br/>"Oh.. yeah, what's your name?  Being an angel and all I suppose you already know I'm Rusty, but I don't know what to call you."<br/><br/>By this point he'd stopped hiding behind his sheets.  He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, legs gently kicking back and forth while he leaned back on his hands.  His bare toes gently brushed against the clean hospital floor as he lightly kicked.  He was really lucky to have such a cute angel.