Sirius watches attentively, the little machine making a quiet buzz-click every time Kieren taps the screen. He looks down at it once Kieren's handed it back, skimming through each picture with a delighted smile. They don't move at all, but Sirius finds he's no less pleased by them and can only hope they won't disappear somehow after a time.

He moves then, pushing off the table to sit beside Kieren once more on the sofa. Holding his mobile in one hand, he squirms closer and then extends his arm, the contraption precariously positioned as well as he can as he presses his face close to Kieren's. "D'you think we can get us both in it?"