In the time she's gone, Will makes a trip to the vending machine (because she got that part right, he's hungry and he needs sugar), adjusts the coat draped over his sleeping mother's shoulders so she doesn't get cold, settles back into his seat and is deeply involved in drawing the individual hairs on the Beartruck Bear's shoulders and back. He's definitely a child artist, but there's an attention to detail that most other children Will's age don't possess -- he's taken the time to outline every one of the treads on the car's wheels, the clods of dirt being kicked up, the aforementioned hairs. All his drawings are like that, intricate and detailed and focused.
He jumps a little at Sam's return, blinking a couple times as he's brought out of his artsy reverie. Automatically, he hides the book. "Um, nothing. It's nothing. Hi."
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Date: 2017-12-18 05:17 am (UTC)He jumps a little at Sam's return, blinking a couple times as he's brought out of his artsy reverie. Automatically, he hides the book. "Um, nothing. It's nothing. Hi."