Donnie's always felt like the skies were freeing, and he loves the rush that comes with that sense of openness, a thin line between that sensation of falling and being weightless. The lack of cities here had made the space almost overwhelming, the quiet, oddly claustrophobic.

But ever since his wings had grown out and he'd learned to use them, the feeling he gets when he's flying up high is indescribable, far better than the adrenaline rush he'd get zipping between buildings back home.

He lifts his head a bit, a faint but appreciative smile touching his face at that. It's not like it's something he figured he needed permission for, but it's nice knowing Leo understands.

"Okay."