Talking about painting was easier and Alvin felt the tightness in his chest ease a little bit more. It still felt like everything hurt, like he'd been the one who fell from a great height, but it was all in his head. "I'd like that." He agreed with a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It felt like a foreign movement to him, something he might not do with any real seriousness in the near future.

"I've never been good with watercolors." He was still working on his techniques with oil paints, but that he felt like he had more control over. It was easier to layer, obvious. Watercolors were a little chaotic, they moved and bled and he struggled to get them to work with him instead of against them. They did have a lovely affect though, when executed correctly. "Been sketching mostly, it's easiest nowadays." He flexed his bad fingers in hers instinctually but caught himself, holding on in case she thought he wanted her to let go. The contact was grounding, he needed it.