Tweek bit the end of his paint brush, looking down at his impromptu canvas with a knot in his brow. After a few seconds of staring and tilting his head to get the different angles, he dipped his brush into the warm red color he had created, swirling it around a few times to make sure it was mixed well before adding a few more details to his painting.
Once he was satisfied that he was done, he leaned back to get a better view, smiling faintly at the clouds and sun he had colored onto Craig's sleeping face. He moved off of him, careful not to slosh the murky water, and went to turn on the fan that sat on the bedside table, aiming it at Craig's face to dry the paint so when - or if - Craig moved he wouldn't ruin it in his sleep.