[Maes can't help but wonder why Daylight seems so cautious. He would have pegged him for the type to be very into this sort of thing -- sharing seemed to be a big part of his M.O. But maybe there was more to Daylight's past than Maes knew. Sure, there had to be happy memories, but everyone had their dark times or things they'd rather not be pulled out in public.

Maes probably has more memories like that, so he hopes not too many of those show up.

He doesn't press though, just giving Daylight his space to process what the memory held for him. Honestly he wishes he was better at reading the other, Maes is used to interpreting human body language and facial expression not...whatever Daylight is. Not that Daylight is particularly subtle, so it becomes clear when the hiccup starts that he might be a little upset.

Normally this might be where Maes would give a comforting squeeze to the shoulder or tossing a casual arm over the person to comfort. Unfortunately, Daylight is easily twice his height, which makes that sort of thing difficult. He settles for patting a hand, giving him a reassuring smile.]

That makes one of us. I think there's some justification in emotion with some of these memories.

[He wasn't quite admitting that he'd gotten teary, but it was between the lines if he pressed.]

It means more to you than to me, so of course I had to bring it to you. [He removes his hand, slipping it back into the pockets of his coat.]

I know something about longing for family when all you have is a photograph.