“smile.” steve tells you. the two of you nearly died two hours ago, but now you’re patched up, and freshly showered. “cmon. you already have a million pictures.” you say, sitting on the couch. he’s got at least four photos of you in his wallet, but all of those are from before the two of you started dating last month. “please, baby? i need more for the box” he asks, holding up the shoebox of photos he has.