"Mm, thank you. It's a good thing for my work clothes that there are so many guys in this place willing to pick up my extra food." Kami paused to watch his hand move over the paper, returning his focus to the drawing after his reassurance. When he didn't look up again, she eased herself upwards to sit straighter. She paused and, not hearing any objections, she absently reached up to push one hand through her heavy, dark hair. It seemed like he didn't need her to stay as still anymore.
Hopefully, though, he still needed her somehow.
Frowning at the stupid thought, Kami unfolded herself from the chair and slipped over to the round couch Ren had claimed for himself. She moved quietly, an unconscious grace in her movements again as if soothed by Ren's attention and presence. She hesitated for a moment and then claimed a spot beside him. She was careful not to jar his arm and resisted the urge to look over his shoulder at the work developing. Artists didn't generally like to be crowded. Instead, she closed her eyes and rested back against the upright portion of the strange retro couch.
A small sigh that sounded an awful lot like contentment escaped her parted lips and Kami almost smiled. She had gauged it just right; she was not close enough to disrupt Ren's sketching but just close enough to feel his body heat. The reassurance of another living, breathing person went a long way and it took will-power to keep from moving to touch him more fully. "I promise I'm not looking," she whispered. "Only if you want to show me, okay?"