[ in retrospect it's actually a good thing she'd never seen these photos until after they'd gotten together; she can't really do anything about the fondness that softens her expression as she flips through each photo. every one of them gets at least a minute's worth of attention, yes even the pigeons. her questions are relatively benign but still coming from a place of genuine interest — where/when was this? how old were you here? why are you making that fce? what the hell are jnco jeans?
predictably the ones she lingers on the most are of the ones he'd taken of himself. there's a particular one in black and white of his profile that she keeps coming back to, but if she had to pick a favorite... ]
You look so happy here.
[ she holds up a photo of peter, probably the age she is now, seemingly mid-laugh and a hand out towards the camera as if he were attempting to block it or grab it back from whoever had taken it. it's such a simple picture, but so vibrant in its simplicity.
she doesn't mention the elephant in the shoebox, though trust that she's definitely noticed the distinct lack of red. ]
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predictably the ones she lingers on the most are of the ones he'd taken of himself. there's a particular one in black and white of his profile that she keeps coming back to, but if she had to pick a favorite... ]
You look so happy here.
[ she holds up a photo of peter, probably the age she is now, seemingly mid-laugh and a hand out towards the camera as if he were attempting to block it or grab it back from whoever had taken it. it's such a simple picture, but so vibrant in its simplicity.
she doesn't mention the elephant in the shoebox, though trust that she's definitely noticed the distinct lack of red. ]