[For Peter]

[lionelthayer]

It's been an eventful past two weeks, and for once, Lionel's glad to get back to the monotony of island life. Which mostly means a return to spending hours with his cameras and pictures, sorting and categorizing, filing color and mood and tone away in his memory in case he'll need them. For what, Lionel's not sure, but there's something itching in

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[aminorkey]

Peter's singing under his breath as he wanders into the rec room, the deep lulls of his tone carrying lyrics easily. "Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna. Io veco a tutte! Tirato con la fune, ditto infatto," he sings softly, until he gets to the 'Funiculi, Funicula' part and catches sight of Lionel.

And smiles broadly. "We meet again, I see."

[lionelthayer]

Lionel doesn't really notice the singing or anyone walking into the room right away, but he does look up when he gets the sense that someone is actually talking to him.

The slight annoyance at being disturbed is dimmed a bit when he recognizes Peter. "So we do," he says, sitting back with a smile.

[aminorkey]

Peter wanders closer, leaning over Lionel's shoulder without really being asked to peer curiously at the pictures. "I didn't know we had photography here," he says, with a sly grin. "Are these posed?"

[lionelthayer]

Lionel flushes faintly, pinning down the urge to gather everything up; nothing's really ready, but it's not like anything's really private, either.

"Some of the ones where I could get friends to sit still long enough are," he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. "But for the most part I just shoot whatever, whenever I can."