Colin arches an eyebrow, looking at him with new appreciation and curiosity. "You can hover, but you couldn't twist my wrists?" he asks in disbelief. "Weird. So, the garden huh? Come on, this way."

He picks up his juice and gets to his feet, waving him on with the outstretched bird. The farm isn't a very far walk at all, but if he's just flopped down anywhere grassy outside the hospital, it's easy to see how he missed it.