His face stays blank. She traces the same faces he'd traced over, but her feelings on it come much clearer than his. She smiles and her eyes start to shine, immediately making him stiffen in place.

He turns away at her gratitude, uncomfortable with the sincerity of it. His arms fold over his chest and he shrugs. "It's not of any use to me."

And he's come here often enough already, but he doesn't say that. He's not going to imply that he wants to see it.

"We're all too old now for little kid drawings like that, but I'd bet if you asked at home, Dad's saved literally everything." He rolls his eyes.