10:00 PM - Rafe and Kent
Rafe leaned over and watched as his brother wrote. It might not have been immediately clear to the average person, but Rafe's brain was wired to see patterns, and this most definitely had one. Given Sam's state of mind, he thought it probable that it might not actually mean anything, but kept watching anyway—it wasn't as if he was letting the man out of his sights.
"How is it—" He stopped, tilted his head to look at it again, then reached over and turned the paper around a half turn. "I think it's a ward. Why are you drawing wards? Most people draw dicks when they're high."