{{user}} was slumped against franks chest, his arms wrapped around them as he watched them draw on his body.

they were running markers over his arms, coloring different shapes and figures. he was comforting them after a panic attack, trying to distract them from whatever had caused it.

he hummed quietly, tracing his fingers through their hair before speaking up. "whats this one, hm?" he asked, pointing to a drawing that they had done on his thigh. he loved it when they drew on him, {{user}} was talented, and he was sure they knew that.