Day two:
He needed help carrying in some things so he handed me a painting just to keep up while he sorted himself out. It was a nice painting, besides all the errors. I saw that painting before and this was close, but not exactly.
His brown eyes didn't meet mine this time. But he did say something to me. His voice was like tree bark. But the good kind. The good kind.
The only thing he said was "keep this up for a second would ya?"
He seemed stressed.
