#Chapter180
He didn't just bring his drawing. He brought his books and his big box of crayons and felts, dropping them on the floor and making me sit with him.
/"Look, this is you and Deek./" He flipped the covers on one of his notebooks and pointed at the two people to the left that looked little better than stick people. /"I made you super happy cuz Deekie makes you smile lots and lots./"
/"Aww,/" Deacon crooned. He earned himself a filthy look.
And Oz was simply exaggerating anyway. I didn't smile a lot around Deacon. No more than usual, at least. I think. I'm sure I would have noticed if I had been.
/"And this is me and Dadd-me and Blake,/" Oz chirped again, jabbing to the two badly drawn people to the left of me and Deek. /"We're smiling too cuz we like that you like us again and wanna come and see me all the times so we can do cool stuff again./"
