He can't help it. He's never been good at trying to have a backbone.

"I... felt like it."

He peeked back to his drawing again, trying again to gather words to explain. "I guess I just thought that... with the lines and angles and... and the cloth... and... shadows... and how it felt...." Well, at least he'd tried?

He peeked to Ferrus's mask, not that he could see inside very well. "....you don't like it?"