"Feel like having someone join you for a while?" you ask.
"Come on over," he says. "I have copious amounts of popcorn and self-loathing."
When you come to his house, Diego raises his arms in the air, nearly knocking over the popcorn.
"Hey!" he says.
As you sit down next to him, you accidentally let a folder slip off the chair. A bunch of papers go flying all over the floor.
"Ah, damn! Don't look at those!" he says, pausing his game to swoop in and collect the pages.
They're sketches. Pretty good ones, at that. Some are more grounded in realism, while others are more like something you'd see in a graphic novel. Others are cute and cartoony, and then there are several anatomical studies.
"Why don't you want me to look?" you ask.
"They're not very good yet," he says. "I'm still just practicing. It's just for fun, it's not serious."