Oh. Felix has looked at the photos before, of course, but he wasn't paying much attention to what sort of look he had on his face in them. This time, he can see what Sylvain means. "I was sad."

The faint smile is back again for the picture, though it's not a conscious effort. Just the knowledge that Sylvain wants a better memory to keep. Felix wants one, too. In fact, he wants more than one. He wants thousands of them. He wants to be able to fill a dozen of those books with pictures of them across a whole lifetime.

Once Sylvain is finished taking the photo, Felix reaches out to take his left hand and hold it, running his thumb over the ring that Sylvain wears. He wants to ask a question, but it doesn't come out as a question.

"Sylvain...after all this, you'd better still want to marry me."

He tries to keep his voice steady. He's not sure how well he succeeds.