Sometimes I'd squat before him while he sat in deep thought, and it was always a wonder to me how he'd fail to notice my presence. When I wasn't around during these times he'd always complain about how he had called for me and I hadn't come to him, and it made me start to wonder if he simply needed me there.. If he just wanted me by him while he worked through the twisting tunnels of his mind.
Well, now I'll never be able to find out.
it was late... I just wanted to draw these two.
Art (c) Me