Perfect, Nikolai answered, taking a moment to just look before he pushed himself off the wall and turned to grab his cellphone from the small table near the door. An actual, high quality camera would be preferable, but photography had never been his artistic pursuit of choice, so nothing of the sort was within reach. He held the phone up, then paused and stepped forward. His fingertips brushed Ferran’s hair aside, much like he did earlier during their painting session, though whether or not this was to improve the picture or for his own personal gratification could be debated. Moving back a few steps, he lifted his phone again, this time actually snapping a picture. The photograph turned out fine, capturing the colors and curves of his artwork, but still a miniscule frown appeared on his face, almost imperceptible. The details of the delicate brushwork on his arm Nikolai felt deserved particular attention.
He neared his friend again, gaze focused on his arm, mulling over taking a second picture, but not quite to himself. I think if… His thoughts were quiet, not necessarily directed at Ferran, but he found himself sharing his idle thoughts with the other man quite often. Nikolai reached out, taking his hand and lifting his arm out to the side. Better, he mused, palm pressed against Ferran’s as he leaned back to take a picture of the vines encircling his arm and hand.
Backing away another time, he inspected this photo as well. A pleased smile slipped across his lips as he studied it, content with the representation, imperfect though it was. When his eyes reached Ferran’s hand in the picture, he paused in mild surprise when he saw his own fingers there as well. They were barely visible between his friend's fingers. Warmth washed over him at the image and his stomach squirmed in unexpected happiness. Biting his lip, he wondered if he shouldn’t erase it, but the pleasure it gave him left him unable to do so. Lifting his gaze from the screen, he smiled softly at Ferran. Thanks.