“Yeah… yeah - of course. I’m real sorry, I am. I didn’t mean to… ‘n I’m probably pissin’ you off more just by still bein’ here, ain’t I? I’m real sorry ‘bout that, sir…”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking at the drawing, then to the man’s face. He didn’t really know how he could possibly fix this.
“It still looks real nice, though…”
He needed to take a deep breath. It was tempting to flip to a new page in his sketchbook and start tearing the corner of the page. One strip by another just to get some of the energy that was storing itself with his anger. It took a few breaths and his fingers running through his hair to relax.
“ Thanks… S’just a doodle anyway. Probably would have messed it up or crossed it out myself if I didn’t think it was coming together well. ”