She watched as his fingers gripped the pencil and the tip started to move across the page, the movements smooth and practiced. He had been doing this for years, and she could tell that he took comfort in it. Seeing that finished piece was something she was looking forward to, and part of her wanted to fill their homes with his artwork. Cover the walls, the fridge, the bookshelves, all with pieces he'd created.

As she listened to him speak, her smile grew and she felt so very... happy and content. Just sitting there with him in the sunshine was one of the most perfect moments she'd ever experienced.

"You could still do that, you know," she offered, not being pushy but trying to show him that that dream, at least, wasn't gone. "The comic industry is huge now, and there are all sorts of stories being told. And if you didn't want anyone to know you were the one doing it, that's easy enough to accomplish." He could do a great many things in this new world, and she didn't want him to limit himself.