Pairing: Hank/Evan, if you like it. None if you don't. It can be taken either way.

Spoilers: None.

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: The first drabble in my 100stories challenge on LiveJournal. Let me know what you think.


Hank finally finds Evan sitting under a tree, sketch pad in hand.

"Hey, I've been looking for you for an hour. Where have you been?" He asks, allowing a note of concern to creep into his voice.

"Here." Evan's reply is distracted as his pencil dances across the page.

Hank takes a seat next to him on the warm grass and watched his brother draw. It's a skill of Evan's that very few people know about. A skill that no one would guess that the loud-mouthed, sometimes obnoxious flirt would possess. But he does and he's very good at it too.

It's becoming rarer for Hank to have the chance to watch Evan draw because he doesn't do it that much anymore. Hank asks why and is answered with a shrug. He falls silent then, sensing Evan's desire to not talk and instead turns his attention back to the paper and pencil.

Hank realizes that Evan has a photo with him and is drawing what the picture shows. He stares at it for a while. It's one of his favorites. It's him and Evan, their arms around each other, grinning at the camera, a few years ago.

He glances again at Evan's work and, once again, is blown away by how good his brother is. It's like looking at a gray and white copy of the photograph and he tells Evan so. This time, he's met with a shy smile and a quick thanks.

Another thing that people wouldn't guess is that Evan is quite modest about his artwork. Hank doesn't know why. He isn't modest about anything else, but thinks that this is just another one of Evan's quirks.

He settles back against the tree and is content to watch and marvel.