Joaquin's face lit up with a smile - a real one this time, not a fake one for the sake of being polite or just trying to make things not so fucking awkward between them. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy and relieved to hear that someone really loved what he'd painted for them. It was always great to hear, of course, but with some people it just meant a lot more. With one of his favourite artists? Understandable. With Luc? Kind of worrying.
"That's great. Thank you. Um... I'm really, really glad you like them." Fuck, I'm like a fucking teenage girl.
Joaquin ran a hand through his hair, confused. "Um, well I could always just take them now - but, um, if you want I can take them later." He supposed he could do errands first, paintings later. It was pretty obvious - or at least he thought so - that Luc wanted to avoid him. Yeah, it was really awkward, and maybe Joaquin needed to just let go of the whole thing, but he really didn't want to.
Fuck. When was he ever attached to people, especially this quickly? That was a plus with moving around so often - he didn't let himself get attached to anyone. Someone he thought was lovely might never see him again after a few days, so it wasn't something he did. Besides, he didn't really have any interest in this kind of thing for quite some time.
Fuuuuck.
Eyeing the paintings again, Joaquin shoved his hands deep into his pockets, unsure of what to say next.