Jouno slightly hummed as he glided the red pen across your skin, drawing tiny flowers. You leaned your head on his shoulder, as he continued drawing on your hand. He was blind, and had his eyes closed; but he was very good at drawing.. you didn't know how he did it.

He was really calm, which wasn't that unusal— but, it was a different calm than usual. He wasn't sadistic, or annoyed; he was genuinely calm and comfortable with you, his friend.