Dallon fidgeted all over the place when Gerard was looking through the drawings; tugging on his ear, twirling his now dried-up paintbrush, twitching and trying not to grab them all and start pointing out all the mistakes and no, no, I tried to do this here but it didn't work and you should ignore that. For Merlin's sake, they were only pencil sketches. He needed to calm the fuck down if he ever wanted to get anywhere with this shit, seriously.
The compliment made him blush and tuck his hair behind his ear. "Thanks," he said. "I, er, taught myself, I guess. Copying other drawings, teaching myself anatomy. I drew that--" he tapped the picture of Gerard, rain-soaked, caught in the weak moonlight "--the night I got here. I told you I wouldn't have slept." He smiled a bit.