"You can look now," Riley says after finishing the drawing. He had asked Henry not to watch because his eyes were pinning on Riley until he could barely move the pencil.
Henry turns quickly, anticipation written across his face like he has been waiting for this moment longer than Riley has been drawing.
He takes the book, and when his eyes fall on the design, the corner of his lips twitch, half a smile, half amusement.
"This is so unique and great. Do you have more ideas like this?" he asks, his voice holding a genuine spark of excitement under his calm expression.
"I think so. I mean, I can think of something," Riley answers, uncertain but honest. "What do you want them for?"
But Henry doesn't answer. Instead, he just places the book back in front of Riley.
"Sketch them," He says simply.
Riley exhales, a long sigh slipping out, but he picks up the pencil again. He lets his hand move freely, drawing anything that pushes its way into his mind.
