His hand brushed her back as she passed, and he looked up at her adoringly before looking down at Aubrey. "Hey, Bre. What're you up to?" "Drawing a dog," she said absently, scribbling on the paper. "I see. Are you actually writing anything in this letter?"
"I will," she said, exasperated. "I just gotta draw first 'cause my writing isn't that good, so she needs to be able to understand."