" that looks really good , but i don't think i'm that handsome . " / @fallenmind
eyes roll and nose wrinkles in feigned annoyance , slipping down onto the couch beside him . “ careful , sailor . just because you go fishing for compliments , doesn’t mean i’ll bite . ” it’s a recent sketch he’s found , a rough and unfinished scribble from the week prior that she had abandoned and promptly forgotten , but there’s a certain pride that comes from the softness of his eyes as he studies the sketch . it’s a simple , domestic scene : a quiet mid - week evening , sleeping son curled up against the warmth and sturdiness of father’s chest , jack’s arm draped over the toddler’s back in a loose embrace .
she eases against him , head falling to rest against his shoulder , gaze fixed downwards towards the picture . it’s accurate enough by her eye ( handsomeness and all , but maybe that’s a wife’s biases ) , and content settles in her heart , lips curling into a smile . " you’re right , though . i’ve just been having trouble capturing how terribly unattractive you are . i’ll give it another shot , don’t worry . ”