Ryland Grace who, without really considering the implications, picks up a ball point pen, and a piece of paper with calculations on one side, and starts idly sketching.
Ryland Grace, who hasn't really drawn in years, because even before the coma he never had the time. There were quizzes, and papers to grade, and after school meetings about how to stop teenagers blasting electro pop through the speakers.
Ryland Grace, who isn't even paying attention to it really, just a few lines of different pressures, and then further away, a rough circle, and then a geometic pattern, and then-
"What Grace doing, question?"
"Oh, Rocky, didn't hear you! Uh... I'm sketching? Drawing, I guess?"
"Not understand, drawing?"
"Oh, right um. You, use devices like pens and pencils, they have materials in them that transfer on to the paper- Like how I do equations. So I can make an image."
Rocky makes a curious noise. "So what Grace draw?"
Grace looks down, and immediately goes bright red. Because there are some lines scribbled in the top right corner, and then a circle on the top left, and then there's something that looks an awful lot like Rocky's zenonite ball, and then next to that is... Rocky.
Grace must take too long to answer, because he blinks and Rocky is pointing his image display at the drawing, and before Grace can say anything Rocky goes- "Oh."
And Grace winces and goes, "Yeah, I know it's not very good. I was never an artist. Your models are much better-"
"Rocky models are better." He agrees, and then there's a pause. "Grace drawing different beautiful. Still beautiful. Different."
Anyway, Grace keeps sketching on off the entire rest of the trip to Erid. And then Rocky's space is covered in the sketches, and Grace's area is so cluttered with little gifts and sculptures it's a genuine tripping hazard. And also they're both fiercely protective of each other's art.
