Shane sort of frowns briefly - a sort of shrug, really - before shrugging his shoulders, folding the picture up again, and putting it back into his pocket. He hasn't seen this picture in years; he lost it after moving to Boston, and sort of made himself forget about it. A picture of Shane and his mom, only a few weeks before she died, sitting at one of the outdoor tables at a restaurant downtown in the bright sunlight. Both smiling.

Shane clears his throat, taking out the tablet like he'd meant to, just to have something to distract himself with. "... Wow. Lots of people here, huh."