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“Chin up a little.”

Leo’s chin went up a lot.

“Less.”

It came down.

“That’s good.” Nate started with the outline of the head. Just shape and angle. Nothing he could get wrong yet.

This was a simple job. Yet something about it made him… apprehensive. The sketch he’d done last night had been easy in comparison. Why? Because he’d done it by himself in the dark?

That should have made it harder. Drawing from memory always was.

Having his subject six feet away from him and being allowed to look as long as he wanted… those were ideal conditions.

Except that Nate felt like he shouldn’t be looking at Leo this openly, studying him with this kind of intensity.

There was a small repair beside the neckline of Leo’s sweatshirt. Nate hadn’t noticed it before. A short row of uneven stitches, sewn by hand.

When Leo tilted his head, Nate’s gaze followed the line of his throat. He looked at that longer than the stitches.

“What are you looking at?” Leo asked.

“You.”

“What part of me?”

“Your sweatshirt.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s in the drawing.”

Leo looked down at the shirt. Naturally, his chin moved.

“Chin,” Nate admonished.

Leo’s gaze shot back up.

Nate drew the ghost’s jaw next. Then the neck. He got the shoulders in because they mattered to the posture — and Leo’s half-straight, half-defiant posture was very much a part of what made him him.

“Are you drawing my nose?”

“Not yet.”

“When you do, don’t make it large.”

“What if it is large?”

“Is it?” Leo’s hand flew to his face.

“No.” Nate suppressed a smile. “Put your hand down.”

Leo did. He also wrinkled his nose, but only briefly. “This is weird. You’re staring at me.”

“Do you want me to get this right or not?”

Leo grumbled something incomprehensible