Ink was drawing. They had the same happy face, even humming. Completely tuning you out. He had nothing else to do or worry about, that is, what he could remember. His creative mind got the best of him and he was spaced out, drawing a character on a sketch pad and completely oblivious to what you were chattering about. If he did hear you his responses were just a string of "Cool." "Yeah." "Yup."