“It’s a different kind of memory,” she pointed out, “I want to remember these exact moments.” She lowered her eyelashes, studying him through them. “I’m trying to picture you modelling, and it’s not working.” She grinned.
He squirmed and then doubled over with laughter, stretching out alongside her and feigning a pout. “Oh, really now? Well, I’ll show you! I can do all the right poses and everything, I mean — how hard can it be?!”
“There are poses?” she giggled. “Are you going to try to be all sexy? Are you going to do Blue Steel? I want pictures of /you/, not some idealised pretense, you dork.” She leaned over to kiss his pout.