"John, I don't want evidence of this."
He simply chuckled as Sebastia watched herself sleep on the little camcorder.
"You're evil, you know that?"
John sat down beside her on the couch and laughed again as he watched her watch in subdued horror. She had made the mistake of revealing the date of her birthday, then falling asleep on his couch on the eve of the aforementioned holiday. He had moved her to his bed and made her a big breakfast, bringing the meal in with a recorder to catch her sleepy, slightly irritated surprise. Nevertheless she had eaten breakfast happily, smearing jam on his cheek and kissing it away. He had caught every smile, every odd, rare, blissful moment on tape. John assumed anyone who didn't like birthdays had bad experiences as a child, so he wanted to make the day better. He was a doctor. That's what he did.
Once breakfast was done and she had practically tackled him to get the camera off, she sighed softly, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, you idiot. This wasn't completely horrible."
John smiled and leaned his head against the top of hers.
"You're welcome. You aren't completely horrible."
That earned him a smack on the arm. She chuckled and crawled over him off the bed, camera in hand to review the incriminating evidence.
She never deleted that tape though, and neither did he.
