A small smile crossed Justin's lips as he felt Jonathan's foot brushing against his ankle and turned to retrieve his sketchpad from his messenger bag and place it on the table. Inside the sketch pad were various sketches of random locals and things that he'd found intriguing, his friends, Escher, and of course Brian. He could draw Brian from memory by now and more than a handful of those particular sketches were almost always of Brian in various states of undress. "I can show you some of my other stuff another time, but I always have a sketchpad with me.