"I'm eating your present, too," J points out, but he can't help smiling, deeply pleased. It's so clear that S is happy. Even without having tasted it, he's happy, and that's really the best J could have hoped for. He'd like to believe it tastes as good as it looks, but he's still nervous. If nothing else, though, the gesture has gone over well. And he feels good about it, too, having gone through all the steps. There's something really soothing about cooking in general, but baking was a new step for him and he already wants to give it another try later. It's satisfying to follow the steps and produce something useful to them both, something that, hopefully, not only serves a necessary purpose but also brings a little happiness to their day, something that could be a comfort after work for S. "So it's not completely selfless."

Once he's got the cake sliced about as neatly as he can manage, he takes the knife over to the sink, considers a moment, and then makes himself wait and wash it. He could just leave it and go join S right away, but the last thing he wants is to be in such a rush one of them gets injured later because he forgot it was in here. Setting it aside to dry, he dries his hands, too, then heads out to the living room, lighting up a bit. S is so cute, still a little rumpled, and it's so nice to have a tree. It's a luxury J's rarely been able to justify, but it makes the place feel so cozy. Heading over to S, he reaches for him, fingers curling in his shirt as he leans in for a kiss. "Mm, a little coffee, then presents."