*boots up his computer out of habit and glances through a stack of files that have appeared on his desk, before stepping over to open the blinds all the way* *squints into the morning sunlight, a smile touching his lips at the familiar green lawns and white walkways below* Yeah, it is nice, isn't it? (I love it.)
I remember when you took that picture.
*follows your line of sight and grins widely* I knew you'd recognize that one. It was a perfect morning. *on impulse, tips your face toward him and ghosts a quick kiss over your lips* It reminds me of you, now. Every time I look at it.