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Manelli puts way too much effort into this, and he knows it. A
perfectly straight nose, knitted brows, the few strands of hair
that have fallen out of the bun, all perfectly positioned, the light
reflected on the shiny coat of the old machine he’s working on —
he’d call it a product of boredom; a doodle he does whilst watching
Izzy tinker with yet some other bike.
The sound of the pen scraping over paper is almost lulling, soothes
him as it usually does; and it’s not the first drawing he’s ever made of
Cohen, though he’d strongly deny that.
Blue eyes look up from the paper again, check another little detail on Izzy’s
face — not that he has to; he knows those features by heart — and then focus
back on the drawing; feet up on the workbench whilst sitting comfortably on
some cheap camp-chair.
Everything’s quiet for a change. A little peace they both deserve. And Izzy
has yet to realise that he’s become the latest model for Dino’s sketch
exercise.
Tinkering affords Izzy a peace he can't relate to much else - it soothes the
knotted tension in his shoulders to engage in the motions of an activity he's
devoted the better part of fifty years to. It's not an absence of thought that
relaxes him, but how easily he jumps from problem to solution. It's nice to
have something as constant as this hard-worked habit.
Dino's presence, on the other hand, is usually overstimulating, difficult to
concentrate entirely on something else while he's in the room. Now, though,
in this lazy late-night silence in the corner of one of his garages, it's a non-
issue.
He steps back to swipe the back of his wrist over his forehead, a chance
glance over to his work bench catching Manelli with busy fingers and eyes
trained on the pad in his hand. Though not inclined to pry, he's eager to
break the silence.
"Whaddya think? Should I sell her when I'm done, or keep her for a ride?"
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