T-t-thank y-you, Office D-dymond. That m-means a l-lot to me. [He pushes his paints and brush away entirely; the painting is done, for however quick and emotional it is.] I s-should let you go though. I-I’m sure y-you’ve got things to do, a-a-and I’ve got some work to fi-finish up…
Fair enough. [Gives a small shrug on her end of the line] Take care, okay? I’ll see ya around.
You t-too! Have a g-good day. [Smiles faintly before he hangs up and sets the phone down, before sighing and leaning back in his beanbag. Talking in front of a judge…? Ugh…]
Jack Maple 