Bobby followed along, placing the cookies down on the coffee table before taking one himself. The sugar was probably a good thing.
He asked about the art, and there was that strange tug at his heart. Like MacBryde was really asking, like he had done every day really. Sean hadn't changed back, so he supposed it was okay to let himself just enjoy the moment. He didn't need to worry about Sean, did he?
"I got the monoprinting gear I'd promised for the studio, so I've been messing around with that. Figure I better actually know what I'm doing if I'm claiming to be able to teach anyone else," he smiled fondly. Your monoprints look beautiful, by the way. I'm very proud. He could hear his voice now, the memory of it, and it was warming.