Tavis really only went to work the day after pulling an all-nighter sculpting because he wanted to borrow a special tool. Jackie would no doubt rip him a new one for callously borrowing expensive things again, but he intended not to be noticed. So he worked for a few hours, making nice with everyone and trying to pay attention half way to the chipped surface of a statue's foot. He could only think about the one waiting for him at home though. Unlike his work here, that one was almost finished.

When he finally slipped away just past three in the afternoon, he froze on the sidewalk. There on the other side of the street stood Davvin. Heart stammering, breath failing, stupid thoughts of hope and fear mixed. Did Davvin come here to see him? Did he even see him at all? The other man's gaze seemed off and Tavis guessed he hadn't realized yet that he stood there. Before he could even think out the thought properly, he ducked back behind the building again.

Why? Did he not want Davvin to see him? No, because Tavis had no idea what to say to him. Maybe if he could show it, that would work, but not like this. He felt too much like he'd yell and cry at the same time so he stormed off in the opposite direction to take the long route home. But when he got home, all his vestiges of irritation vanished into something like reverence as he stared up at his sculpture. He set to work again, pouring all his emotions into plaster and paint.