Jude can't read the guy well enough to know if the drawing is the rub, or being denied another go-around of his theories. Either way, he spins the book back around on the corner, head down, filling in the lines that denote the profile of one of the sketches. "You can have it when I'm done," he offers, in case there's some offense.

It's just--the kind of thing he wants to remember, or know is really there. It stands out, but not so much he has to blink and try to guess if anyone else can see it. "I just liked the patterns, looks better than most of what we all wear around here."