"It's what I do." He really isn't sure how else to put it beyond that. But he should probably try. "I have a- I dunno. Power? Ability? Gift? Curse? I see things. Used to just be the future, but then I started to learn more. Started to see the threads and chase them. And then more stuff happened, which was bad, and I was here. And here, I paint. Whether I want to or not."

He pulls out a marker from a pocket and signs his name in the corner and holds it out, white eyes meeting the Doctor's if he'll glance up. "Take it. It's yours."