"Yeah, suppose so." That was all he had to say on the matter, apparently, tilting his head in a little shrug before curling forward over his drawing again, sketchbook balanced against a drawn-up knee, apparently comfortable enough in the pretzel of a position he'd contorted himself into.

His brow was creased in some kind of concentration or focus, or some combination of the two, eyes and hand both in near constant movement even though the rest of him was almost completely still.