Baekhyun waits patiently for him the entire time, sitting wordlessly on the chair, hands placed neatly on his lap, wiggling his toes. He’s done setting up his easel and canvas, falling into his usual routine easily, and it’s only when he’s about to twist open the cap of one of his tubes to start painting that he realises he’s forgotten one very, very important fact: Baekhyun’s not like one of the corpses that he’s become accustomed to.