[As the cigarette lights, he places his hand over Guy's, as if to steady the lighter-- though likely just for the touch. Once the job is done, he pulls back slightly, taking a long drag of the cigarette and breathing out.]
I haven't touched my art in a long while. [Not as long as he gave the impression. There were nights spent sketching when he could not settle his mind to sleep or in long hours where all he could do was wait.
But he let it be thought he had not done a thing with it in years. After all, he hadn't done anything worth showing.]
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I haven't touched my art in a long while. [Not as long as he gave the impression. There were nights spent sketching when he could not settle his mind to sleep or in long hours where all he could do was wait.
But he let it be thought he had not done a thing with it in years. After all, he hadn't done anything worth showing.]