Midnighter gets the grainy, low res photo, and somehow that makes it even more exciting. It's fucking stupid that this goes straight to his cock, but he's already got himself worked up, and, well, fuck. He doesn't laugh, but a whine escapes his throat, and the pacing and tenor of his voice makes it increasingly obvious he's pleasuring himself as he speaks. "Tease," he says, all to fond. "Love how you always-" a muffled groan- "leave that little bit of shirt open. I was there, I'd, hah, I'd kiss it. All the way down. Show you- show you how I missed you."