And in those seconds, Jericho's stomach twisted into tight, guilty knots. She'd not been too happy to have gotten it – at least, anonymously. And...with all the time gone by, things happening, he never thought to bring it up. After bungling up so badly before, he thought it best to just try his best not to cause any more problems.

He shrank where he sat, sagging over his guitar. His waving hand retracted, settling on the back of his neck to emphasize his discomfort more than anything while he stared at the old drawing. He shouldn't have made it, he thought.