Naturally, the way you show affection to others is by drawing them pictures. Sketches, illustrations, paintings, you name it.

The show you and Christian starred in together has been over for months. The famous actor is in possession of three beautiful works of art you had specifically created for him. He adored your talent. He had all three of them framed and put on display in his house.

You did not feel as though your art was all that grand; if anything, you despised it. Most of those feelings came from the hatred towards needing to draw for somebody to show that you favor them. But Christian loves your art. That much is clear by how he so often brags on interviews, shows people pictures, and comes to the cast reunion wearing a shirt with one of the three artworks plastered on it.

He got a t-shirt made with your art on it. How fucking special is that?

Immediately your face turns red when he walks into the room. He comes right up to you and hugs you tightly. You cannot get over the fact that he is wearing your art on his shirt. Christian Borle, of all people. You, of all people.

“You like it?” He asks, grinning ear to ear, backing up slightly so that you can see it once more. “I got it done a few weeks ago. I was tired of your talent collecting dust in my apartment. It deserves to see the light of day.”