[He relinquishes the pencil to her, smiles at the ease; he's been careful about using his abilities around her, avoiding it more often than not, and it's made him uncomfortable. It makes him feel like a liar these days, when he doesn't exercise his mutation regularly. But that was his own fault, he realizes, watching her. A smile pulls at his mouth, and he watches her until he realizes he must be staring.
So he lowers his eyes to the paper instead, and shifts his chair around next to hers so he can show her how to sketch out the lines.]
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So he lowers his eyes to the paper instead, and shifts his chair around next to hers so he can show her how to sketch out the lines.]