Some people just find boxes. It isn't all bad - keeps things neater, measures them out, lets you know when you're about to spill over. But then it doesn't exactly let a person spill over. Which people need to do sometimes. Or, at least that's what Des had taken from his brother going off on some tangent about the importance of coloring outside the lines when they'd been up on an overnight shift.

That and maybe why Griz'd been frowning at one of those adult coloring books somebody'd left in the reception area like it'd gone and insulted their momma.

Des hums instead, an agreeable sound not intended to land on beat with the music. "Could stand some improvement, probably."