“I do yes.” he said, but he was certain she wouldn’t want to see him making a weapon. He would have to make it at night… he could paint. That always relaxed him and right now he needed it, oh Lord did he need it. “In fact I think I’m going to paint. Can I do it in here?”
It was amazing at the fact he had thought of the same thing she had been wanting, even without her speaking her thoughts, he seemed to know. Could Jack read minds? Like Six? No, certainly not…
She smiled happily, the smile reaching her eyes. “Of course!” she cried happily, sitting against the pillows. God it felt like when she had been at the hospital except not as hurt.
It warmed her heart greatly that he wanted to spend time with her. “Can you give me my drawing sketchbook too please?” she asked softly, wishing to join him in doing art. Of course she wasn’t going to do as well as him but it was still nice to share the activity with him.
He nodded, and left the room and quickly returned with her pencil case and sketchbook. “Here you go…” Jack handed them to her, before he brought in one of his easels, which had a canvas on it. The picture was one for work, a couple and a dog, being repainted bigger, with more detail to the fur, clothes, faces, and hair. The usual.
He also had his paints with him, and set them all up on a little stand so the dogs couldn’t get to it. Jack sits on the floor, the easel lowered to enable him to do so, and began to paint.
Jack Maple 