He couldn't help but smile (really smile, no smirks or grins this time) as he notices how peaceful she looks as she drifts off. More peaceful than she had...since he had killed her father.

He pushed away that thought at he made his way to her room, using his telekinesis to open the door so he didn't have to let her go. He carefully lowered her onto the bed, letting go of her finally. He let his fingers come up to brush against her cheek as he lingered there.

He knew he had to go back to his cell soon (a cell, not a room, though her room looked like it was barely a step up) or Angela would probably get angry at him.