Bill shook his head. "N-no, it's j-j-juh-just... i-i-ideas, I guh-guess. Th-th-this scene isn't in the s-story, nu-nu-not ruh-really," he explained, looking at the main drawing he'd done, "b-b-b-but it c-could be a cuh-c-cover if it was a c-c-comic b-book. Maybe." He frowned a little as he continued looking at his artwork. Looking at a drawing in a different way often showed up errors in perspective or in a portrait's facial features or in all kinds of things, and now that he was seeing things upside-down, he could tell that he'd drawn the boyfriend's arms completely weirdly, like his left arm was far too long and bendy to be real. Shit. Still, it wasn't like he'd started painting it yet. And that reminded him.
"Oh. D-did you g-g-guh-get the p-p-p-p-... th-the p-p-puh-paint you wuh-were l-l-looking f-f-for?"