Chandler didn't mean to look so confused at Macy. But this was all so confusing.
"Just who is this guy?" Actually, he did want to talk to her about Oz, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't hear him. Especially, with that frantic look on her face.
"I don't want to talk about it." She looked plenty sad.
"Is he from around here?" Chandler studied the square jaw in the drawing. Reminded him of someone from Hogwarts for some strange reason.
"No." She hugged herself.
"Maybe, you just saw him on TV or something." Chandler did his best to smooth this out before she had a breakdown in the Art room.
"He's..Dustin..from England." She sighed.
"And?" Chandler felt as if this was the most stagnating conversation he'd ever had with his best friend. "You can tell me."
"We..we chat..talk on the phone." She dropped into the desk chair near by.
"Like, phone sex or something?"
"What!" She jerked back up ready to strangle him.
"Sorry..sorry..I just..didn't..know.." Chandler shrugged a little bug-eyed. "At least, you didn't draw him without his shirt, you know."
Macy nodded as if she guessed he was right, but she said she never wanted to lay eyes on that drawing. again.
"Just get rid of it, OK?"
"Sure." Chandler nodded. He knew the perfect place for it.