He nodded as Sarah explained, and started flicking through the pages. "Gabe used to do things like that, but they were never physical books like this. They were holograms, he'd do them on a more advanced version of the projector I got for Henry," he said, studying the pictures of the lot of them on the beach in Cuba. "That was a great day," he said, then flicked through some more.
He paused on the pictures of him as a little boy (but only for a moment), laughed at one of him as a teenager pulling some sort of silly face with Harri, and then looked up as Sarah held the wine glass out to him. He closed the binder with a snap as he took the drink from her, and set it down on the table.
"I love it. I'll look at it properly later, promise," he said, and leaned in for a kiss.