[His voice is light, a little dry, as though her insistence means nothing much to him beside a formality to be endured, and if there's anything beneath that tone it remains carefully concealed, out of sight. For now, at least, he won't dwell on his own feelings, refusing to look at or examine them.
Instead, he takes the picture, clickety-click, then steps towards her with the camera extended for her to take.]
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[His voice is light, a little dry, as though her insistence means nothing much to him beside a formality to be endured, and if there's anything beneath that tone it remains carefully concealed, out of sight. For now, at least, he won't dwell on his own feelings, refusing to look at or examine them.
Instead, he takes the picture, clickety-click, then steps towards her with the camera extended for her to take.]