"I didn't think tattoos were for you, really." Leon answered slowly, in that same sort of drugged hazy he tended to be in whenever it came to spending time with Daniel. Most mornings after they clandestine meetings left the boy feeling empty and disgusted with himself, enough so that he was glad that the random markings Daniel left could be washed away with enough soap and water.
"Why are you always drawing on my hands?" He asked after a moment, looking at the other boy's handy work a bit dispassionately before raising a lazy brow just a little.