Jack paused, at first, for a while that was almost too long. Just watching, just staring. He hadn't opened that box in quite some time.
"Photographs," he said eventually, still in that soft voice. "They're like... moments, captured on paper." His attempt to explain was vague, his attention was elsewhere.
He stood there a moment, before his decision was made, and he stepped forward and shifted down to the space beside her, down to the floor.
"My team," he said, adding a little more. "They're photographs of my team."
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Date: 2010-04-01 04:23 am (UTC)"Photographs," he said eventually, still in that soft voice. "They're like... moments, captured on paper." His attempt to explain was vague, his attention was elsewhere.
He stood there a moment, before his decision was made, and he stepped forward and shifted down to the space beside her, down to the floor.
"My team," he said, adding a little more. "They're photographs of my team."