[ he hadn’t attended himself to that detail and stifles a sniff with the back of his hand. ]
They’re chipped in some places . . . [ but that doesn’t particularly bother him. the frame is something he can change. of course, at least some water is going to seep into the back, and falco makes a face when he realizes that. but how is he going to dry anything without destroying the flimsy, dampened pictures? ] It’s the inside that counts. I can’t lose that, too.
[ maybe if he shakes them— and he does do that, then after a moment of tired arms giving up waving about, he holds one picture out. ]
It’s um . . . My brother.
[ the first one is in fact a sepia printed photo of himself and a young man who share an uncanny likeness. ]
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They’re chipped in some places . . . [ but that doesn’t particularly bother him. the frame is something he can change. of course, at least some water is going to seep into the back, and falco makes a face when he realizes that. but how is he going to dry anything without destroying the flimsy, dampened pictures? ] It’s the inside that counts. I can’t lose that, too.
[ maybe if he shakes them— and he does do that, then after a moment of tired arms giving up waving about, he holds one picture out. ]
It’s um . . . My brother.
[ the first one is in fact a sepia printed photo of himself and a young man who share an uncanny likeness. ]