[or even want to make things worse to make themselves better
Dixon flinches and doesn't quite understand why. He just knows she articulated something he hasn't been able to arrange the words for himself, put the bulbs into a spotlight he's been trying to hide from. He wants to crawl out of that glare and into that "good start". But he doesn't say any of that.]
What kind are you used to? [To continue giving her her space he returns his attention to the drawings, starting to sketch out a person. Or the vague shape of one.]
no subject
Dixon flinches and doesn't quite understand why. He just knows she articulated something he hasn't been able to arrange the words for himself, put the bulbs into a spotlight he's been trying to hide from. He wants to crawl out of that glare and into that "good start". But he doesn't say any of that.]
What kind are you used to? [To continue giving her her space he returns his attention to the drawings, starting to sketch out a person. Or the vague shape of one.]