bohemian rhapsody never gets old

she should get some sleep? i mean, she got a lot of work + handling him and his siblings. he's a bit worried.

but still. . . he does worry anyway. she's his aunt after all. and he loves her.

"do i miss you?" he asks himself. "yes. yes i am." "also uh, wanna go to outer space? cause i wanna see uranus."

just try and get enough rest, okay?

he chuckled. "hey, at least i tried." it did sounds bad. but it is what it is. "was that a pickup line?"

you got it.

appears. blinks. disappears.

"stars is beautiful indeed." he said. "but do you wanna know what's more beautiful than stars?" he turned his head around to take a good look at her. surely she knows where this is heading.

"it's you." a small smile made its way around. if this was a movie, he would probably kiss her right now. but he didn't. mostly because he didnt want to ruin anything just yet. but should he? he don't know.

"being cheesy is my special skill." cue another chuckle. well this is getting awkward. sort of. "you know i would kiss you right now if we're actually dating, or if not. . you giving me permission for it."

"fair enough." a part of him was relieved that it didn't happen now. it took him a second to realize that his hand was pretty much wrapped up in hers. "is my hand that warm to you? because you look pretty comfy holding it."

"tired already?" he asks. "it's a rare opportunity for me to see the great wyatt richards gets tired at this hour."

"what you working at?"

"yeah." he nods. "lead the way, m'lady." a small smirk made its way around as he returned the squeeze with another.

"i knew it was mine from the beginning. the hoodie is way too large for you." he shook his head. "you can have that. i have lots of hoodies."

"it looks very adorable on you." away to her room they goes. ezra took his time looking at the piece she had worked on. "damn, becoming a picasso jr. now aren't ya?" he asks.

"gotta start somewhere, am i right?" he asks, stuffing both hands in his pocket. "so does that mean you're gonna make painting for people now? or. . is that how it works?"

"paint me like one of your french boys." he said, followed by a chuckle. "think you can do that?" he, for one, would love to see himself in a painting. it depends if she wants to go for it.