"Isn't life drawing painting nude people? Are you gonna show me some giant penis that you've been working on, because most people don't think that's appropriate for lunch conversation."

He has the tiny making of a smile at his lips, even knowing that he won't be in a good mood tomorrow after his stupid appointment. He hates the stuff he does as Cumberland House, the little unit that's attached to the university campus where they do some specialist classes for people with specific problems.

But then again, having lunch with just Steve in the art room sounds like a way better plan than outside with a bunch of other people, much more relaxing.

"My thing finishes at one thirty so I can be there by one forty-five, okay?"