"Thanks." Spike turns and kisses Beth on the cheek, reaching out for the picture just barely attached to the lip of the camera; it flutters into his hand.

Autofocus, autodeveloped.

"Nice picture, Elaine." He shows it to her: they both look pretty damn happy. "Do us one more, would you?"

He holds Beth close to him this time, and gives her that kind of smile that he never, ever gives to anyone else.