He didn't just bring his drawing. He brought his books and his big box of crayons and felts, dropping them on the floor and making me sit with him.

"Look, this is you and Deek." He flipped the covers on one of his notebooks and pointed at the two people to the left that looked little better than stick people. "I made you super happy cuz Deekie makes you smile lots and lots."

"Aww," Deacon crooned. He earned himself a filthy look.

And Oz was simply exaggerating anyway. I didn't smile a lot around Deacon. No more than usual, at least. I think. I'm sure I would have noticed if...