Ernie could definitely see how little time Theodore might have for reading - or even desire - considering how his last few weeks had been. "Well, it's been a bit rough lately, so I don't blame you. Maybe now that you're a little more settled, you might be able to get a little more reading done." His eyebrows, however, lifted at the mention of drawing. This was new. "You're an artist too? Do you draw anything in particular? I'd love to see your work one day." He hoped he sounded encouraging rather than overly enthusiastic, but he wanted to learn so much about Theodore and what he liked to do - basically, everything about him.
"It was different," Ernie began. The book had been disturbing in some ways, but had also been an interesting look into the mind. "It was sad, especially when the truth came out about Frank's gender and the kids he'd killed, not to mention how lonely and resentful he'd been before that. Some parts were hard to get through, I'll admit, but I did like how he was shown as human, you know? Because people aren't just 'good' or 'evil' - we're all somewhere in the middle. But Frank's dad was terrible - imagine doing that to your children."