[Dom has Theo's full attention, brows up and eyes curiously wide. He thinks Dom is poetry in motion, a sense of art that Theo himself isn't capable of. It's beautiful to witness, and he wishes he had the ability to translate what he sees into compliments he knows Dom would accept. Instead, he just watches with awe.]
I like it. I like the way you move - it makes me... makes me wanna draw.
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I like it. I like the way you move - it makes me... makes me wanna draw.
[It inspires him.]