He takes the journal and opens it carefully, holding it like it's sacred. The drawings inside are beautiful, and they convince him even more that she could be a top-rate forger. He's caught up in looking at the ones of Arthur, each line of her pencil like a lovely caress to the page.

There's something about looking at someone you love that's different from a stranger. There's a warm feeling in his stomach, and his breathing almost stops when he gets to the ones where he's included. They're lovely, including expressions he didn't even know he was making at Arthur.

He turns back to the ones exclusively of Arthur, stops at one with Arthur's eyes downcast, his eyelashes sweeping gently over his cheeks. He looks up at her, his eyes big and genuine, his voice a little rough with emotion. "Lovely. May I?"