"It looks good on you," Jude says, like he's agreeing with Bodhi's assessment, rather than embellishing it. He's been drawing people long enough to know there's a sense in how they dress. That they don't need the most expensive, best quality items to look good--just like themselves. Like the difference between pulling on his dad's old denim vest or the blazer he had to wear for his admissions interview. "I wouldn't know how to wear it."

As if he's been given some kind of permission, he looks back down at his work, expanding basic shapes with strokes of the pencil to create folds, features. It's the kind of grounding activity that lets him engage the bigger picture again.

"You were saying it makes sense, for one side to get shaken up and the other be untouched. But that's still weird for the samples to match, this side should have changed. Half a cave fell on me and Credence."