Jace jumped as someone asked him what he was doing. Glancing up he saw Cain walk over and sit near him. "Drawing. I had to clear my head." He said. Looking at the picture as Cain looked over his shoulder, he felt his neck grow hotter.<br/>He looked at the hand wrapped around the neck of the guitar, long, slim fingers pressed an a chord and the head bent over the fret hand. He had been bending the body of the acoustic when Cain had called his attention away.<br/>He went back to drawing, as he was smoothing some pencil marks to blend in, something glinted in the corner of his eye. He looked over at Cain and saw him playing with his dog tags.<br/>"I could draw those for you. I've drawn them before." He said lifting his pencil from the dog tags resting on the top of the guitar, strung around the mans neck.<br/>Jace shoved the notebook away and grabbed the lunch he packed. He ate the sandwich in four bites and offered Cain some of his chips and cookies. "Who's tags are they?" He asked, curiously getting the better of him.