Julien took the glass jar, muttering a ‘thank you’ as he brought it to his lips. No matter how many times you washed these jars they always held the faintest taste of paints. Maybe it was just his imagination but it definetly didn’t taste good. Still drinking something helped clear that lump in his throat and calm him down.<br/><br/>As his boyfriend spoke again Julien squinted, jar still at his lips. He finished off the water before he decided to answer.<br/>“Sure.”<br/>Now that he had calmed down he was back to his more distant, blunt tone. Getting out of his seat he gathered his sketchbook and supplies, stuffing them into the backpack on the ground.<br/>Honestly, no, he didn’t want to be left alone and he didn’t want his boyfriend running off when he was distressed. But he knew he couldn’t just tell him to stop worrying about their friend. Especially when Case has been violent in the past. It was still irritating, sure they were all friends and had been for awhile but he was the priority right? Could he be considered a priority just because they were dating? Was that selfish?<br/><br/>Leaving his bag for a moment he went to check how one of his pieces were drying. It was an abstract piece of pastel pinks and blues and yellows. He had painted it awhile ago, giddy over their love. Now he felt a bit uncomfortable looking at it. Where they that bad for hiding it? Should he have put it on a canvas for all to see like these colours? He had considered this piece done but now he almost wanted to completely repaint it over these new feelings. Maybe add a big black hole in the middle of it. Doubt consuming their love. That would be quite the title.