Alma padded lightly through the halls, arms full of what art supplies he could carry. Crayons from Allen, plus various colors of chalk pilfered from the school. Things had been... difficult lately, and that was putting things lightly, but the boy was keeping a brave face. Things would be alright. He just had to believe that.

Alma knocked lightly at the door with one foot before calling out to the man inside.

"Matt? I'm here!"