[ totally exasperated, yep, in a half amused, half embarrassed way. she's rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling and just- letting this happen. ]

Yes, Stiles. It's like- you know how some people write the initials of the person they like on their Spanish notebooks or carve it into trees and or make big declarations of love over the radio at 8am when nobody actually hears it? I draw, I think about you and I draw.

[ she sighs ]

There's a dark teal sheet of paper folded up and tucked into the back cover. That one I like. I used the colors you gave me.