Terry looked at the picture he had started at the start of class. It was ruined by big tear stains. He crumpled it up and threw it into the bin, knowing that Reid would be a bit sad to see this happen. "I'll draw something else..." Maybe he should start with the paints, and just go with whatever came to him. Like Reid seemed to do. "Sir, did you finish your painting?" he asked. Part of him wanted to see the finished product. The other part sensed that Reid was trying to send him on his way, and he didn't want to leave just yet.