Oh. That didn't take as long as Angel thought it might've and he smiled a little at the boy's obvious curiosity.
He hadn't written anything in his journal, just absent sketches that were mostly done to take his mind off things or kill time considering there wasn't a lot for him to read here. His nurse kept handing him novels by some Stephen King and really, he lived that kind of life. He didn't need to read about it, too, especially when half of it was so obviously inaccurate of reality.
In any case, it wouldn't hurt if the boy wanted to see the contents of the journal; there wasn't anything particularly revealing in there.
"This?" He held it out to show him, the pages opened to a half-finished image of Willow. "It's just a drawing."
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He hadn't written anything in his journal, just absent sketches that were mostly done to take his mind off things or kill time considering there wasn't a lot for him to read here. His nurse kept handing him novels by some Stephen King and really, he lived that kind of life. He didn't need to read about it, too, especially when half of it was so obviously inaccurate of reality.
In any case, it wouldn't hurt if the boy wanted to see the contents of the journal; there wasn't anything particularly revealing in there.
"This?" He held it out to show him, the pages opened to a half-finished image of Willow. "It's just a drawing."