"But if...." Albedo held it out to him slightly, looking down. If Angel drew then he'd need it, and Albedo didn't even.... He'd never even used a pen or paper before. So he couldn't understand....

...Maybe he could. If he thought of it like family... like if Rubedo shared his food with him, or found something interesting during free time. Someone giving something to someone else because they really thought the other would enjoy it more.

But someone he just met doing so... and to Albedo of all people....

The boy swallowed, unsure of the world around him once more. (Perhaps everything wasn't as dark as he was sure.) He slowly lowered the notebook back to his lap. "It's... for me?"