The lines of the pencil layered over and over, adding more and more detail to the image, past the point of a simple sketch as D seemed intent on thrusting his memory onto the page by force instead of the delicate hand of an artist.

The pencil caught and there was a sharp snap as it broke in two and D's fist tightened around the remains, shattering it further. He snarled at it, revealing fangs now several inches long and wickedly pointed, and his attention snapped to Adrian as though suddenly recalling he was even there.

He stared at him, gaze still a vivid red, and abruptly pushed himself away from the desk, his claws leaving a gouge in the surface. D retreated to the opposite side of the room and pressed his forehead to the wall, taking deep breaths until he felt himself returning to normal.

"Jeez, D, you gotta treat everything like it can be solved with force?"