[Chris watches with curiosity as Carlisle pulls something out of his bag, not expecting the folding picture frame and taking it carefully when it's pushed toward him. He looks over each portrait carefully, smiling a little at how much personality they all show, and then a bit more when he sees the one that's doubtlessly of a younger Carlisle.]
Are these um, your uncles and dad, I'm guessing?
[Not that he has any idea which might be which but he remembers Carlisle talking about them before and that they were hunters, which these people certainly look like they could be.]
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Are these um, your uncles and dad, I'm guessing?
[Not that he has any idea which might be which but he remembers Carlisle talking about them before and that they were hunters, which these people certainly look like they could be.]