“I didn’t know you draw.”
Steve looked up to see Bruce hovering over his shoulder. Normally he hated people looking at his sketches, they were something private and intimate. With Bruce however, Steve didn’t mind nearly as much as he might have with someone else.
“Yeah. I went to art school actually, before all…this.” He gestured towards himself and shared a wry smile with Bruce.
“Do you mind if I -?”
“Oh, sure.” Steve passed over the sketchbook with some trepidation, but he needn’t have worried. Bruce held it carefully, looking at the drawing with nothing but admiration.
“Steve, this is incredible. The detail on this…you only saw this place once didn’t you? Did you use any sort of reference picture?”
Steve shook his head in embarrassment, and spoke up when he saw Bruce raise his eyebrows.
“I uh, I have photographic memory. It helps. With art. With…other things, not so much.”
Comprehension dawned across Bruce’s face, and a wave of sympathy played across his expression. Gently, he handed the sketchbook back to Steve.
“Well your art is certainly something to be proud of.”