“He is a very surprising man, I believe. It’s hard to not expect him to be one way, and then find out he’s quite the opposite once one starts speaking with him.” He shook his head slightly. Yusuke was grateful for his hospitality and continued acceptance when he wanted to spend time in the small booth out of people’s way for the afternoon. It really was a comfort to know his mother’s painting was both safe and easily available if he wanted to stop in and see it. “I know I cannot speak for someone who is gone and that I have so few memories of, but I like to think she would appreciate knowing it had found a home in such a welcoming space where it could be appreciated.” Maybe, he supposed, that was just a silly notion to suggest… And he could only hope that it might be true.

Tilting his head slightly as his friend looked down, he offered another smile and a kind tone. “I am sure the chances of my being disappointed are quite low, Haru. Rather, I look forward to celebrating a friend’s success should it occur.” And even if it wasn’t perfect at first, that only meant she had a chance to improve. Practice made perfect, and some things just needed that time.

“I’m sure we both have our fair share of mistakes or unsuccessful projects, it is a symbol of our path to bettering out talents!” Though… Yusuke’s failures were often marred by lines to suggest they were failed and abandoned attempts, or buried away in sketchbooks to never see the light of day again. Perhaps it was true that everyone was their own worst critique? His expression lit up, though, at the idea that they might share their project’s progress with one another. “Oh, that would be wonderful! I would be happy to share what I’m working on. Your thoughts and opinions would be invaluable!” And he would be delighted to share in return, after all. Colours and ideas, next steps. It had been a long time since he had any sort of company in his artistic endeavors, having gotten rather used to working alone once the rest of Madarame’s pupils left.