A sigh left my lips as I rotated my aching wrist to let it c***k. I'd been painting for hours, but it wasn't for the exhibition — I was done with the paintings for that. I was working on something more personal, and was painting in my room to avoid the chance of anyone looking at it and making me uncomfortable or overly conscious. It was a painting of Toby, and I wasn't even sure if I was ever going to show it to him.
A smile made its way to my lips as I looked at the half-done eyes of his portrait. I'd finished off his hair a while ago — the hair I'd been allowed to touch since the incident where he'd broken down in front of me. He didn't seem to mind — he encouraged it even, and that made me happy. My smile fell as I continued to observe the painting. I hadn't worked much around the mou
