[ He shakes out his hand like he'd been burned, having caught the very beginning of that attempt to go tense, and says nothing. That hurts to hear, particularly because of why he's hearing it, because of how he'd been hopeful that the bedroom would be well-received; after all, there are no traps and no sketches of Joshua's head on a pike or some such. Just Shibuya and the comforting familiar places in it that he paints before he starts to lose the details. The mental images he puts down on paper while he still can, even if there's an ache to it.
He hadn't thought much on how Joshua would respond to the art in the bedroom, other than hoping the guy would appreciate that none of it is deadly. Sanae is confident enough in his powers that he's willing to leave his room open to all, and has a certain amount of faith that Josh isn't acting on the offensive and will stay that way. There's no one to protect himself from, so the bedroom stays unguarded.
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He hadn't thought much on how Joshua would respond to the art in the bedroom, other than hoping the guy would appreciate that none of it is deadly. Sanae is confident enough in his powers that he's willing to leave his room open to all, and has a certain amount of faith that Josh isn't acting on the offensive and will stay that way. There's no one to protect himself from, so the bedroom stays unguarded.
But. ]
If the art's freakin' you out, I can move it.