He sits on the edge of the bed with his arms in his lap, giving Jack
his full attention and trying to get his attention off of the pillow. The
last thing he needs is him flipping through that sketchbook. Because
not only is there the sketch he has been working on, but… there’s more
of them in there.
“Just working on something for a poster. Nothing important.”

Running his teeth across his lower lip, Jack moves a bit closer
and gives a small nod, playfully bumping his knee against
Steve’s. He's itching to know what’s in the sketchbook – partially
because Steve was so fast to hide it when he realized he wasn’t
alone anymore.
“They must be super secret since you hid your book, huh?”