( she doesn't have to thank him. really, he feels a little bit like a child playing pretend with his stuffed animals, putting them all in nice rows for comfort and efficiency and then putting them away, just to organize them again. he's fairly sure he's knocked off a few minutes from alina's process that she otherwise spends looking fervently for something in her collection — but when paul thinks about her teeth sinking into her lip, her brows knitted in concentrated confusion, he thinks she actually occupied those minutes perfectly fine, without his streamlining. then he worries about not seeing her, or that expression ever again, and the feeling sours, like milk left out in the sun. )
I drew it in one of your sketchbooks. ( a book that was otherwise occupied with fancy drawings of him, in fact. ) I could bring it to you.
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I drew it in one of your sketchbooks. ( a book that was otherwise occupied with fancy drawings of him, in fact. ) I could bring it to you.