"Would you make me a picture?" Fitz asked, stroking Hunter's hair as they lay in bed. "I want to hang it up right there so then when I wake up without you, the first thing I think of is you."

"Jesus, that's both the sweetest and cheesiest thing anyone's ever said to me," Hunter teased. Fitz replied immediately with a pillow tap on Hunter's face.

"I'm being serious. Your work is so good and I'm... I'm just so fucking proud of you."

Hunter kissed him tenderly. "Of course I'll draw you something. What do you want me to draw?"

"Oh just... maybe like that assignment you had that was shown. Whatever inspires you."

"God, that's broad."

"Oh yeah?"

"There was just something about how Charlie sat there... sad... broken. I'd never seen anyone like that, even myself and I've been bottom of the barrel low. With all that shit at school, almost losing his job, I guess I could understand why. I just knew that Charlie being the way that he is... he'd overcome it all. And I wanted him to see it too."

Fitz kissed the top of Hunter's head. "That's sweet."

"So... if I just draw what inspires me... and it's not good... "

"I'll still frame it up," Fitz said, kissing him on the mouth. "And I'll love it because it came from you."

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