He shakes his head absently--no thanks, no brandy for him just now. "Well--who knows, we might have managed to delete it. Or maybe Joly will find it."

Feuilly meets his gaze with a sudden rueful smile. "I wouldn't have chosen for this to happen. I'm not--ashamed--of this." He taps the pictures. "I'm not ashamed of that boy. But you know there are things that you want to--to keep private--from before coming to Paris. But it happened, and it turned out all right, here--we all made some friends, didn't we? When we were suddenly young again?"

His smile turns into a bit of a grin.