Imitation is the highest form of flattery

Hm...

Please. They give us the same pants day in and day out. Figure it out.

Hm...

*Making his rounds*

  Chill, man! Chill! You act like my dog when I have a treat. *chuckles as he hands him the supplies.*

*now smiles like a happy little child as he looks to the blank page-- a whole canvas of potential*

*Making his rounds*

  Maybe write? I’m not a mind reader.

*shrugs and makes grabby hands eagerly*

*Making his rounds*

  Um, okay? What do you plan on doing?

*makes a face* Draw. What else?

*Making his rounds*

  I hope not at least. *Leaves and comes back with pencil and paper.* Here ya go.

*Making his rounds*

  Yea, sure. Just don’t try to kill anyone with it. *Smiles*

*scoffs with a laugh* I'd NEVER do that.....

*Making his rounds*

  Hey, that’s fine. Anything I can do to help you out?

...Get me a piece of paper and a pencil? *looks hopeful*

*Making his rounds*

I reaaallly don't want to talk about it.

*Making his rounds*

  How’s it going, sir?

*looks over from the bed, door is open*

*sitting on his mattress*

  The important thing is to remember it will pass.

Yeah, then I have the remainder of the 10 years to figure out... *groans*

*sitting on his mattress*

  What’s going to happen?

*sitting on his mattress*

  I do hope that helps.

Doubt it. *puts the water beside the bed and lies back down, curling up with his back to her as if in distress or depressed*