He glanced around to make sure no one was looking or paying attention to the couple, and shook his head. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out- a torn, worn, and slightly discolored little black book. Opening it up, it was obviously not a book at all, but something that held pictures, protected slightly by thin plastic frames. He flipped through a couple- him with some girls, mostly, although there was one that looked like him holding a child- and pulled out one of a boy, about twelve.
the boy had thick frames, that made it hard to see the piercing orange they hid behind them; his hair was black, straight, and chalky, he was long a thing. his features were sharp and pronounced, like Axie, or Jeremy himself, although they seemed to fit him well, and, although he looked a bit queer as a kid, he would probably be very handsome as an adult. He wasnt smiling.
"This is Reuven. I told you about him, yes? Hes the one who... died. This is the last clear picture of him I have on me."