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“I’m sorry…” The voice came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It was soft and lilting, with the barest echo at the end of his words. The sound of it was oddly comforting. “I just saw you standing there, and the light from the streetlights made your face look so… nice.”

In a matter of moments, the figure begins to rematerialize. Click appears in all his tattered war uniform and pale grey skinned glory, sheepishly holding his camera up. His hands curled tightly around each side of the device.

“You know you can just ask for a photo,” You say with a small smile.

“I know… I just love how you look when you don’t think anyone’s watching,” He murmurs. “Your expression is far softer. And that combined with the lighting… it almost looks like you’re glowing.”

He cleared his throat, his cheeks blushing lightly.

“Sorry… am I keeping you out in the cold?”

“It’s fine—”

“You should go home.” He interrupts. “But before you do… could I trouble you for a favour?”

“Of course, what is it?”

He holds up his camera. “If you don’t mind… could I take one more?”