[For all his airy words, his own body language gives him away as soon as the picture's in his hands. As his eyes drag over the faces in the frame, she catches the twitch of a smile, the warmth towards the image, the nostalgic distance between.]

Just glad I could get it back into the hands of the right person.

[Gesturing to the photo, she raises a careful eyebrow.]

So, who's your friend? I imagine you go back quite a ways.