Simon glanced over his shoulder towards Billy, giving him a slight smile before turning his attention back to the canvases. "Don't feel obligated unless you like one," he said evenly, spacing them out as best he could so Billy could get a look at them.
Once they were settled to his satisfaction, Simon straightened, dusting his hands off on the knees of a well-worn pair of jeans. "Yeah, I've gotten the feeling that the owners of this place don't mind what we do. Never knew you could sign on for a place without ever meeting anyone in person." Shoulders rolled in a shrug, and he inclined his head towards Billy.
It was strange to some intrinsic part of his mind to see someone who handled such an accident so well. If it had happened as long ago as he had said, then it couldn't have been a pretty thing to still be recovering. Of course, he had said he was recovering quickly, not that Simon had anything to base that on. But no questions were raised as he stepped back to give Billy room to look.
"See anything that catches your eye?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest, one hand hooked at the back of his neck. "I know they're not framed or anything, but I can hook you up with something if you'd like. Or if you don't see anything, I can paint something you might like better. I'm... yeah. Pretty open." He abruptly closed his mouth, lips pressed together in a thin line. Too much talking.