As Travis sat in art class, he wasn't doing anything for a good chunk because his creative flow was blocked.

He sketched a few things, painted stuff, but none of them looked good. He drew everything he could find, but nothing worked.

So, he went through his phone gallery to get some inspo, and there it was. Just what he needed.

He clicked on the folder of photos he had of you and him, and started painting. This always worked whenever he was stuck.

You were his muse, after all.