He sinks his chin into his hand and watches as lines form shapes, and finally an image he can recognize- it's sort of marvelous, how Namine transforms those careful lines across the paper.. A bit more angular, in the end, than the intended circles, but hey, who cares about following the directions anyway?

Joe takes a wondering interest in whatever she does. Especially the things that Namine creates from her own mind. From what could be her own heart.

She doesn't always say the things she's feeling, so often he tries puzzling them out of her pictures.