[ An ache seeped through his chest, a longing for commitment and belonging like he had never felt before but he pushed it all aside, ignored it in favor of focusing on Rook and his 'you can be more' activities.

Rook could be everything.

Rook WAS everything. ]

Okay, we can try but no funny business. Your hands wander on the canvas - in front of us before you try and claim my body is one.

[ He tried to move them forward, towards said canvas and all the paints. He made sure to purchase very bright colors and some shimmery ones as well. Maximum pretty. ]