Theo takes a step back from his latest painting, his eyes narrowing critically as he evaluates his work.

“Damn.” He mutters with a resigned scowl, swiping erratic strokes of paint over the canvas in a fit of frustration. Theo sighs heavily, raking a hand through his already-messy hair.

Maybe getting out of his stuffy apartment for a bit would do him some good, so he could come back and look at things with fresh eyes.