[ He does look up at the mention of his sister, but the smile drops from his face at the same time— not to a frown or anything, but something a little more neutral, because he and Maya are always together and so he can't tell. When they're together, it feels like there's nobody else in the world but them; it's when they're apart that he has no choice but to pay attention to the people around him, be affected by them and affect them in turn. Is that hope?
With the pen loose in his hand, he adds some clouds to the empty space above the cats. It's spring, evidenced by the blooming wildflowers, but he shades the clouds in. Overcast. ]
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With the pen loose in his hand, he adds some clouds to the empty space above the cats. It's spring, evidenced by the blooming wildflowers, but he shades the clouds in. Overcast. ]