Scrolling through his phone, Lee found nothing strange. He opened a browser and found he couldn't access anything online. Did he just need to connect to the wifi? He was pretty sure he had his settings set to auto-join the club's connection. Hm, strange. He was about to ask Ishida about it, but decided against it, figuring he could ask Takahashi later on. He recalled their first day together and he didn't need the other paranoid, thinking he was trying to escape. He couldn't assume what was on his mind one moment from the next. Opening his texts, he found everything still there. He was tempted to text Sam and Elliot, letting them know he was fine. But after that one night, he was hesitant. With Ishida's paranoia, he would probably end up reading his texts anyway.
Perhaps it was better his friends had vanished that night. He didn't need them seeing him drugged like that. Opening his camera, he glanced up at Ishida, considering taking a photo until he recalled the shutter sound was still on. He caught sight of the little photo gallery icon and saw something strange in the little preview. He tapped on it to open the gallery, a small smile appeared seeing Ishida standing there, bare, but absolutely beautiful. He had to wonder if the other had taken the picture himself. He was feeling quite inspired suddenly. The artist in him itching to draw him.
"Hey..." he spoke up, looking to get the other's attention. "Can I have a sketchbook? And some pencils." Just a few supplies, really. All of his stuff was at his dorm, inaccessible to Lee.