You were slumped against N as he lazily ran his fingers through your hair, twirling the strands and working out the little knots. V was beside him, also letting you draw on her

You were running markers over his arms, coloring different shapes and figures. he was comforting you after a panic attack, trying to distract you from whatever had caused it.

"What's that shape?" V asked, pointing to a picture on N's thigh you were working on. N liked being your safe place. A month ago you'd drawn a little dinosaur on his wrist and almost the next week he'd gotten it tattooed.

Your artwork was just too cute for him to let fade.