"I would like that." Dylan replied thoughtfully. "I've never done that before. Not even with my mom when I was little." He was imagining the wall with a mix of his drawings and Dave's words and that thought brought a pleased flush to his cheeks. "I don't think I can afford a new bed after paying three months of rent, though. So we're probably stuck with this one for now." The last sentence he said a little more quickly than the others, slipping in the 'we' as casually as anything Dylan ever managed to do. "But other things. Soap. Plates."