He blinks down at the pen, holding it at a proper angle for a brush, with the proper grip. "One way to see," he says, smiling briefly. He tries to write and...

... the first time, the pen slips out of his hand. He catches it up, holds it more firmly, and with the whole movement of his arm manages to draw a reasonably lightly inked circle within which he draws a curving smile and two small circles for eyes. The line of ink grows stronger as he goes, and then he lifts the pen away, a moment away from pressing just hard enough at just so an angle to tear into the paper itself.

Turning the notebook to his roommate, he smiles. "Here it is!"