To get the angle entirely right, he has to drop to his knees, looking at how he will see it behind the canvas without being behind it. So he does, one finger dropping to curl underneath the bone as he shifts Harry’s face toward him.
He moves in front of Harry, looks over his facial features and realizes he needs to adjust his jaw. If Louis turns just an inch to the right, he’d be close enough to kiss his neck and slide both hands down his arms. Louis traces his way down one of his biceps slower than he should because he wants to remember, and Harry doesn’t seem to mind that he’s the memory in works, his body pliant, his mouth parted just enough.
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