took a few for my own memories, of course, silly pictures of him curled up on our sofa bed, laughing at Dizzy for falling in a stream. There was even a photo of him sat in a beer garden, beaming and waving, freckles dark from the sun and hair the perfect shade of floppy dark blonde from a week of highlights and sun-bleached scandal. He looked good in that photo. Good, and not at all like a murderer. Because that's what he was, really. A murderer.
Oh lilz :(
