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“Wow. I don’t think I could even draw a stick figure.”
Bruno stood before him so he could recognise the pattern of his suit and spoke softly, lest the pen fly out of his hand.
“It’s just a matter of learning a few basic principles,” Leone mumbled. “Anatomy, perspective, values.”
He seemed to be working on details of the painting that didn’t require looking up and noticing Bruno.
Nevertheless, he smiled contentedly. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
“A lot, actually,” Leone said immediately.
(Bruno’s heart sank.)
“Leone. Leone. It’s me,” he crooned.
Embarrassment washed over him—then, pure relief.