Everyone dispersed and Steve took his sketchbook from the shops and headed into the room he'd woken up in with Jim to start working. Once there, he pulled off his shoes and his borrowed jeans and curled up on the bed in his socks, his boxers, and the over-large t-shirt that showed off his collar bones when it invariably fell off to one side. His sketchbook braced on his legs, he plucked the pencil out of the coil and started to draw.