He felt a bit guilty after he said it, like he had rubbed it in Dallon's face. Ha ha, guess who has family and you don't! But thankfully the conversation moved swiftly away from that particular topic.
There was a flicker on Dallon's face, something, that indicated he didn't believe Gerard 100% but apparently wasn't going to ask again, and for that he was relieved. God how he wished he didn't have to keep secrets. Especially not from the good people, like Dallon
That startled him a little. "Me?" he asked as he began sifting through the sketches. At least he didn't flush this time, thank god.
He studied the sketches, analyzing the lines and the technique. Again, he was impressed. "These are really good," he murmured. "I like your shading, in particular," he said, tapping one of the sketches as an example.
He shifted one from the top to the bottom of the collection of sketches in his hands and found himself staring back at him. It looked like him in the outfit he'd been wearing when he met Dallon, looking over his own shoulder. It was an excellent likeness, even with the sketchy lines of his figure and the indistinct edges. He looked up, all his embarassment forgotten.
"Where did you learn to draw like this?" he asked.