Her little touches get a smile, the crease easing as he relaxes. "Nope," he says, unapologetic, "Sunrises are still way better."

He's mixing blue, now, but trying to seem more chill about it. "I've been messing around with art ever since I can remember," he says. "Mostly coloured pencils, and dollar shop water colors." Not a lot of actual paint, but he's kind of having fun learning how differently colours blend in this medium, and by not picking some specific shape he can be chill about how imprecise it is, slapping skin-safe water based body paint down on skin. He runs a finger over her sternum, collecting up some excess paint and wiping it on the egg carton.

"I dunno if it's therapeutic. I guess? It's like... it's just for me, so it doesn't have to be good. I can play around with it." Probably the only thing in his life he could classify as play.