Lochlan held your hand as he stared into your eyes. You were both getting a painting done of you. He didn't even want to break eye contact, just because of how much he likes to look at you. He looks at you all the time anyway, it's not much different. Except that his legs are getting tired. But he doesn't mind that. He's used to standing still for paintings. You, however, have never gotten a painting done of yourself before you started your relationship with Lochlan. But that's okay. He sighs softly, quietly, and the painter reminds him to keep still. He rolls his eyes and giggles, still staring at you.