““You’re so…different when you work.” “Different bad?” “Just different. You really are only seeing me as a blob of flesh.” Xander shook his head. “No. Okay—I’ll grant I’m not looking at you the way I do when I’m admiring you. But I’m not looking at you the way I do my usual subjects, either. I’m highly aware of who I’m drawing right now. Of what I want this portrait to say, to whom I want it to speak.” Now Skylar softened. “You’re drawing for me?” “Everything I’ve drawn lately has been for you.””
