It seemed like any other museum on the inside--then again, Guertena's gallery did as well, before everything morphed and changed and he went down that dark corridor...
He rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his pants.
"Y-You're very kind to do this for me, even if we just met." He gave her a tiny smile, and though it was weak, it was genuine.
"Oh, you draw? I guess with all that's been going on, it's nice to have a quiet hobby. What sort of drawings do you do?" While he had some experiences, he was intrigued and interested in it still--that was how he found himself in that gallery to begin with.
And this was good. Conversation helped ease him somewhat as they passed by a rather beautiful painting. He tried not to let his mind wander on those memories. "I ... I do like art. I did. Well, I don't know. Sometimes, things are more than they seem, that's all."
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He rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his pants.
"Y-You're very kind to do this for me, even if we just met." He gave her a tiny smile, and though it was weak, it was genuine.
"Oh, you draw? I guess with all that's been going on, it's nice to have a quiet hobby. What sort of drawings do you do?" While he had some experiences, he was intrigued and interested in it still--that was how he found himself in that gallery to begin with.
And this was good. Conversation helped ease him somewhat as they passed by a rather beautiful painting. He tried not to let his mind wander on those memories. "I ... I do like art. I did. Well, I don't know. Sometimes, things are more than they seem, that's all."