Is he sitting on his bed and working on a sketch of Jack? Yeah, he is.
Is it risky since he is in the other room? Of course. He’s not gonna stop
himself from sketching though — he’s in the zone.

There’s a cup of bourbon in one hand and a half eaten
sandwich from the deli on the corner in the other; he’s
slipping out of his boots and shuffling silently in his
sock feet over to where Steve is sitting.