Joshua rubbed his face, worried that his eyes might still look swollen on camera, so he was currently inspecting himself through his phone.
"All right, you look great already. You're way too self-obsessed, Joshua," Leonard suddenly leaned into the frame, snapped a photo, and even snapped his fingers with a grin. "A gift for you."
Joshua: "..."
He stared speechlessly at Leonard. "And you have the nerve to call me self-obsessed?"
He reached out to delete the photo.
The moment Leonard realized what Joshua was doing, he reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Don't you dare delete it—Joshua, if you actually—"
Before he could finish, the photo was gone.
Leonard froze on the spot, lips pressed together, looking like he wanted to do something but couldn't.
Just then, Joshua walked over, holding up his phone. "Take another one. That one was terrible."
Leonard frowned. "You're saying I take bad photos?"
Still, he obediently stepped into the frame again.
