Three days passed. Joshua spoke little, ate less, and painted in silence every day. The hospital gave him access to the rec room where he'd sit by the window, smearing muted colors onto rough canvas paper, not looking up.
On the fourth day, a quiet knock came at the door.
JOSHUA VALE
*doesn't react*
It creaked open, slightly. A man stepped in with a hesitant smile and a small box in his hand.
LUCIAN GEORGE
Josh ?
JOSHUA VALE
*pauses and turns around*
JOSHUA VALE
Lucian
Slightly older. Neater. The kind of clean-cut that came from overcompensating.
His eyes flicked nervously around the room before settling on Joshua.
LUCIAN GEORGE
Hey... Good morning
LUCIAN GEORGE
I...i heard what happened. I thought I'd come by
LUCIAN GEORGE
*hesitate* if that's okay, of course
JOSHUA VALE
*nodded once*
JOSHUA VALE
Why wouldn't that be ?
Lucian entered like the walls might collapse if he stepped wrong. He sat on the edge of the chair Noah had used
LUCIAN GEORGE
I brought those strawberry mints. The ones you used to keep in your pockets during studio time.
LUCIAN GEORGE
I wasn't sure if you still liked them.
He placed the box gently on the table. And take out another small box
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