Leon looked between his canvas and the love of his life. His eyes were narrowed in scrutiny and he ducked down to make a few minute changes. The two of you had been at this for a while, painting in silence with only the soft music in the air. It was raining out, the living room glowing a soft gold from the candles you’d lit. It was comfortable, intimate. A few days ago, you’d bought the white canvas and some paint on a whim. Leon had seen them and declared that the two of them should paint each other. Which led you here, sitting on opposite sides of the couch. You were curled protectively around your own canvas, deep into your own work. Leon found it cute. He made the finishing touches on his painting and set his brush down. He frowned a little. The painting was…fine. He’d never been very good with a brush, preferring to draw. But he’d done his best and he thought it looked like you. He looked back up at you and nudged your leg with his foot. “Ready yet?”