[ He's not sure why he's getting these, though he doesn't exactly always need a reason when it's Harley. At first he's confused about what they're supposed to be about, and he's still not much of a fan of looking at photos of himself even if they are nice ones, but the more he sees the more he recognises Harley in them, or at least her intent. The feeling behind the fact that she's taken them, and kept them.
He can offer a couple of his own back, quick shots he's snapped as he was learning how to use the phone camera. One is of Harley in the middle of talking to him, sitting on the end of the couch in her Up apartment clearly in the middle of some anecdote, laughing and blurry. There's one taken from the bed of her sitting at the mirror applying her makeup in the morning, lit from one side by the thin light of sunrise. And another blurry shot of her asleep on his chest, a slightly awkward angle since he had to take it one-handed, but it manages to capture her soft and unguarded.
Once he's sent them, he adds a quick messages as well. ]
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He can offer a couple of his own back, quick shots he's snapped as he was learning how to use the phone camera. One is of Harley in the middle of talking to him, sitting on the end of the couch in her Up apartment clearly in the middle of some anecdote, laughing and blurry. There's one taken from the bed of her sitting at the mirror applying her makeup in the morning, lit from one side by the thin light of sunrise. And another blurry shot of her asleep on his chest, a slightly awkward angle since he had to take it one-handed, but it manages to capture her soft and unguarded.
Once he's sent them, he adds a quick messages as well. ]
thinking of me?