[ Raleigh takes the sketchbook, stepping over to sit on the bed and go through it. She can join him, obviously.
The book seems to be split in function -- more like a journal on some pages with her notes, those sketches of the station and occasionally the people they've met here. Then pages of just straight art, those all people from home. Well. And him. Obviously he falls into that category too, but there are. A lot of him. He's not entirely certain what to make of that, and so just lets his mouth quirk up wryly. ]
We clearly need to find you some more interesting people to look at.
[ He stops flipping at a larger sketch of Pentecost, one where he looks a little less proper than usual. Despite technically having known the older man for years, Raleigh never had much opportunity to see him smile. Somehow, in the sketch, it reaches his eyes. ]
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The book seems to be split in function -- more like a journal on some pages with her notes, those sketches of the station and occasionally the people they've met here. Then pages of just straight art, those all people from home. Well. And him. Obviously he falls into that category too, but there are. A lot of him. He's not entirely certain what to make of that, and so just lets his mouth quirk up wryly. ]
We clearly need to find you some more interesting people to look at.
[ He stops flipping at a larger sketch of Pentecost, one where he looks a little less proper than usual. Despite technically having known the older man for years, Raleigh never had much opportunity to see him smile. Somehow, in the sketch, it reaches his eyes. ]
You're a great artist, you know.