<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">(got it :D)<br/><br/>He was looking at the painting for what seemed like forever, but in reality he wasn't standing there very long. After a moment he turned away, going to grab an easel, setting it up where he normally sat to paint by the bay window. Once that was done he went to go grab the painting, making sure to grab it by the frame as he carried it over. He carefully set the painting on the easel and set up another. It took him a little while to get a blank canvas and the right paints set up for himself.<br/><br/>But just as he was about to sit down and start painting, he noticed something. There was a small piece of dust, or something on the painting. He stood, moving to stand in front of it. Hopefully this wouldn't ruin it. He lifted a hand, carefully brushing the piece of whatever off the woman's cheek, being extra careful about it. After all...he didn't want to chance ruining it...</span></div>