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[ Lennon watches Baein and he feels a little shy and he only meets his eyes for a moment before looking down -- maybe a dusting of pink on his cheeks. ]

You can keep them. If you want them?

[narcolepsy]

[ if baein's eyes could widen more they would. as it is, he blinks at lennon, unsure if he heard him right. ]

Are... are you sure? You don't want to keep them? They're so well drawn, they're beautiful...

[privatechat]

[ Lennon smiles shyly and lifts a shoulder. ]

I have...more...

[ He admits sheepishly. ]

And they're only beautiful because you are and I would be blind not to see it.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein blinks, and his cheeks rushes with pink as he stares at lennon, wide eyed. ]

I'm no—

[ ducking his head baein bites back a protest, and instead his voice lowers, shy. ]

Thank you...

[privatechat]

[ Lennon would have been ready to argue with him but the other ends up just thanking him. He reaches out, hesitant unsure if his touch is really all that welcome but he brushes his fingers over the other's hair. ]

Thank you for not thinking it's weird I drew you.

[narcolepsy]

...of course it's not weird. It's... I'm very happy.

[ baein ducks his head but definitely doesn't move away from the touch. if he had blood in him, he'd flush darker. ]

No one's drawn me like that before.

[privatechat]

[ Lennon allows the touch to linger for a little longer before his hand comes down and he glances toward the sketches. ]

I can draw you again sometime. Or paint you.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein looks up when lennon withdraws, and his expression melts into a soft smile. ]

... only if you want to.

[privatechat]

I do...

[narcolepsy]

Then you're more than welcome to. I would feel honored.