He stares at Jim incredulously. Something just clicks.

'Oh.' A long pause. 'That makes sense now that I think about it.'

He falls silent again. 'Only about a quarter of my work ever makes it that far, and then Gardner gave away my paintings to a museum.' He makes a fond, but exasperated noise. It didn't hurt so much, to talk about Guy, now. 'Idiot. I was going to burn half of it and he had to go and frame it.'