“Oh, yeah, sure,” Jake said, but Gabe saw how he stepped back from the table and held the sketchbook so he couldn’t actually see the drawing.
Gabe gestured at his couch. “We can sit down.”
Jake nodded and went to the couch and sank into it, putting the sketchbook carefully on his lap. Gabe sat beside him, being sure to leave a safe distance between them. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said quietly, because Jake’s reluctance was so obvious.
Jake nodded again. He took a deep breath then finally opened the sketchbook, flipping through the pages until he found the picture that Gabe would put on his back.