Mm-hm. [ She insists with a small nod of her head, the corners of her lips turning further upward.
Always so clueless to his own moods, this one, especially when he's focused or when his imagination is working.... Which is fine, because this gives her the opportunity to point them out to him, and tell him that he's cute. ]
Like-- you're drawing, erasing, and redrawing in your mind... [ She lifts up her hand to his chest. ] And doing what you want.
[ Or maybe it's more than that, maybe it's the prospect of having a canvas all to his own to paint that allows him to wear such an expression, a story and future he can dictate all by himself, whether or not he plans or improvises his brushstrokes across the wall. It's his choice, and those choices, manifested upon his expression, are nothing but beautiful.
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Always so clueless to his own moods, this one, especially when he's focused or when his imagination is working.... Which is fine, because this gives her the opportunity to point them out to him, and tell him that he's cute. ]
Like-- you're drawing, erasing, and redrawing in your mind... [ She lifts up her hand to his chest. ] And doing what you want.
[ Or maybe it's more than that, maybe it's the prospect of having a canvas all to his own to paint that allows him to wear such an expression, a story and future he can dictate all by himself, whether or not he plans or improvises his brushstrokes across the wall. It's his choice, and those choices, manifested upon his expression, are nothing but beautiful.
Or maybe she's reading too much into this.
So she finishes: ]
I'm saying it's attractive.