"...Thanks," Kyle said, belatedly, to the empty room. He wondered if she had meant it, as he gathered the sketches to him. He knew he had entirely lost confidence in himself. He didn't know anymore, what was good and what he was being humored about. Some of these, he thought were okay. They gave him that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like he had done something right. Yet, he no longer trusted himself. Putting them all in a neat pile, he set them to one side. Maybe some day he would find out. Not today. Today he still felt like a failure.