[ As he scrolls through, he takes note of the friends pictures - maybe more than friends, but mainly focuses on the art. He opens the pictures and leans in, making tiny noises of awe. ]

That's absolutely gorgeous, Charlie. [ He wishes he could be younger, that there wasn't this limit between the two of them, this line in the sand that he can't cross. She seems like a great friend to have, and if he'd been in school with her, he definitely would have had a crush on her.

He can't have a fucking crush on her now, though. ]

You're so talented. You know, if that's what you're most passionate about, and it looks like you are, you should... just go for it. For real.

[ Then, because he can't help himself: ] You don't need a muse, do you?

[ He regrets it immediately, because it's inappropriate, but whatever. ]