A Waste of Time

It was getting pretty chilly and windy up there by the time I finished the drawing, but he didn’t complain or ask to put his sweater back on until after I told him I didn’t need him to pose anymore.  His stoic endurance of discomfort in certain situations seemed endearing to me– And highly functional in some cases, like that one time I had him tied to a doorknob for a couple of hours (It was for art!)– and I liked the fact that he wasn’t as high strung as some certain other boys I’ve gone out with, but I didn’t realize that it was also indicative of his inability in general to communicate his apprehensions or uncertainty about a given situation, or to communicate well at all, really, and that ended up being less endearing.  I’ll try not to ruin the sweetness of this particular comic with too much bitterness in the attached blog, though :P

New comic on Monday.