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“It really is a shame,” Stiles mused, looking at the Stilinski family photos on the mantel.
“What is?” Derek asked, coming up beside Stiles.
“The fact that you, the most gorgeous man in the entire world, can’t really be photographed well,” Stiles sighed, his voice soft.
“But I can still be photographed. See?” Derek said, pointing out a photo of himself and Stiles.
Stiles studied the picture of him kissing Derek on the cheek. “Yeah,” he said softly, running a thumb over the soft smile captured on Derek’s face in the photo. “But the camera can’t handle your pretty eyes.”
