Leon feels your body weight situated comfortably on his rear. He’s lying on his front on the couch, a protective cover saving it from any paint that might spill over and onto it. His only thought in the moment is that he should have agreed to this sooner. His skin is warm as you touch it, adjusting your knees on either side of him to give yourself enough room to use his back as your canvas. He glances at you as best as he can, shifting so his head is on its side.

“You got everything you need?”