"No, it's fine," he says. He can be chill about it. It's just paint - also it's already kind of smudgy, this isn't a great medium. It's fine, sunsets are kind of smudgy. He runs his hands over her shoulders, thumbs her soft skin.

"I think it might be, though. A good thing," he says, taking a moment to fix a blend of colour with his fingers so he doesn't have to look at her as he talks, a little flat like he's sharing in group. "I don't mean that in like, a romantic way?" Even though it is. "Just, like, a few months ago I finally hooked up with this girl I've been in love with since I was. I dunno. Five. And it ended badly. And I have other stuff going on here but it's all... insane. This feels really normal."