"You should paint with me." Dylan replied immediately, almost as if he had read Dave's mind. He squeezed Dave's hand again and canted his head towards Dave, resting it on his shoulder. "We can get messy." He said with a laugh, not his normal raspy chuckle, but a cheerful one that made him sound his age. "It'll be mine." He repeated in a more confident voice. "This one, I think."