[clarke just watches him for a few moments as if to determine how he would react and it feels like the longest couple minutes of her life when he responds only to ask her question: why she was drawing him?

it should be a simple answer but it's one that clarke finds herself not too sure about considering it is just something she found herself doing one day without realizing it. her expression softens slightly when she momentarily looks towards him and finally manages to find the words to answer him]

Well you already know that I draw people I'm friends with sometimes— and well, you're important to me so I guess I was feeling inspired.