Click.

"D-Did you just take a picture of me?" Ringo stammered, eyes wide with surprise.

George chuckled. "Couldn't help it. I love taking pictures."

Something told Ringo that last sentence meant something darker than he realized.

"Come on, love. Sit there and look pretty." George coaxed with a gentle smile as he raised the Polaroid camera up again.

Ringo faced the camera, his smile certainly not reaching his eyes.