[Scott tugs him along back into the art room; Steve may be easy to drag, but so is Scott. Not as thin and frail, certainly, but with asthma just the same. It doesn't kick in, at least, this dragging isn't nearly strenuous enough, so he comes to a halt in front of his painting which is....about what you would expect from a ten year old. It's a forest, all green leaves and brown trunks, and he grins up at Steve.]
spam; flood 8D
That's what it's like back home!