Jun 14
Why should I buy expensive art when I can make my own.
Piero Milani
Ducky parked his Morgan with exquisite care, before stepping out and watching his passenger disembark.
For once, this had not been his idea, nor had he had to resort to persuasion and arm-twisting. Something or someone (Ducky suspected a certain redhead) had persuaded Jethro to attend an art class. Jethro, being Jethro, was reluctant to attend on his own, and Ducky had been happy to come along as well.
Truth be told, Jethro needed a little more culture in his life. He was extremely talented with woodwork, but perhaps it was time to step outside his comfort zone and try something new and different.
He observed his friend as he made his way to the sidewalk. Despite his outward demeanor, Jethro was clearly having second thoughts about this. He looked as though he was searching his mind for an excuse to leave or wishing he'd ordered Tony to call him and get him out of this mess.
"It's only sketching," Ducky reminded him gently. "You already know the basics; you sketch crime scenes for a living. And you're very good at observing the little things. You will find this much easier than I shall."
Jethro gave him a smile to thank him for the comfort. Ducky smiled to himself. Even if they both struggled with the class, at least they would struggle together.