Rae smiles softly at the question. “I do art,” he replies, stretching out a bit. “I had a breakthrough a few years ago, so a lot of people wanted to buy my art after that, and I earned a lot of money.” It’s not really as glamorous as it sounds. He is happy that his art is selling – or was selling, he isn’t entirely sure what to call it anymore – but it’s a lot of hard work, and many hours of frustration that sometimes leads to trying and depressive like periods for him.<br/>“It is hard, though.. doing art,” he says softly, he isn’t sure if he is speaking to himself or to Chris right now. He loves art, he can’t deny that in any shape or form, but sometimes he just hates it so much, that he wishes he had picked another route in life. “Sometimes I just wanted to throw it all out of the window, and never touch a pencil again.” He ends up closing his eyes, before he cuddles a bit closer to Chris. He actually never thought he could live a life without art before he ended here.