Angel studied the boy for a second or two. It was...curious, his reaction, as if he'd never seen something so interesting before. There wasn't anything special about the journal. It was just the common style of notebooks found everywhere and Angel wondered if maybe the boy came from somewhere that didn't use these things. He'd encountered all sorts of people since being here, so the possibility was there.

Still, the boy seemed almost in a kind of awe to the point where Angel felt it was almost too personal to ask for the story as to why. He could tell there was simply something...different about the kid.

He chose not to bring it up, instead pressing forth the journal into the boy's hands, indicating that he was free to hold it for himself if he wanted. Though Angel wouldn't mind if the boy wanted to keep it altogether. It wasn't an important keepsake; he could just ask a nurse for another one and he almost never looked back at his finished sketches. He already remembered everything too vividly as it was.

"There's one in your room, in the desk," he said. That was where he'd found his, anyway, and given the neat layout of all the rooms, he suspected everything was identical. "There should be some pens for you there, too."