S didn't know either, really. Even with his own rationale, thinking that it would be good for J to have something artistic, something creative to do, a hobby to help fill some of the time he spends alone, it never occurred to him that it might be so meaningful. Mostly, he just thought it seemed like something J would find fun. As much as he didn't intend to make J so emotional now, though, there's some comfort in that response. At least it seems like a good sort of emotional, tears over something he got more right than he anticipated, not more of a misstep than he prepared himself for the possibility of.
When J shifts closer, S wraps his arms around him in turn, careful not to dislodge the camera but wanting him near all the same. J is so sweet like this that it renders him irresistible — even more than usual — and anyway, it's Christmas morning and they're back together, exactly as they should be. As so many things have these last few months, it reminds him a little of the first year they were a couple, the holiday tempered by his grief for his parents, made slightly bittersweet, but euphoric, too, for being all of two weeks into a new relationship. They've had the better part of a year back together now, but there are still so many firsts, especially around this time. Their first anniversary back together, their first Christmas back together, these things are especially significant, ones he wants to do as much for as he can. He went all out with the camera and accessories for it with that in mind, but even so, he didn't see this coming at all.
"It might drive me crazy within a week, but I'll live," he says, gently teasing, stealing another soft kiss before he continues. "Ah, I'm so glad you like it." That's an understatement, really, but he thinks it shows, his relief and quiet pride at having done well here. "Not to give away too many of your presents, but a lot of them are things to go with it." He said that before, he thinks, but now that he's sure of how J feels about it, it makes more sense to give some details. "The one thing I didn't do — I was thinking we could turn that one closet into a darkroom for you? But then the woman at the store said they sell portable ones, too, like a little tent you can set up, so I thought I'd wait and let you figure out how you want to do that."
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When J shifts closer, S wraps his arms around him in turn, careful not to dislodge the camera but wanting him near all the same. J is so sweet like this that it renders him irresistible — even more than usual — and anyway, it's Christmas morning and they're back together, exactly as they should be. As so many things have these last few months, it reminds him a little of the first year they were a couple, the holiday tempered by his grief for his parents, made slightly bittersweet, but euphoric, too, for being all of two weeks into a new relationship. They've had the better part of a year back together now, but there are still so many firsts, especially around this time. Their first anniversary back together, their first Christmas back together, these things are especially significant, ones he wants to do as much for as he can. He went all out with the camera and accessories for it with that in mind, but even so, he didn't see this coming at all.
"It might drive me crazy within a week, but I'll live," he says, gently teasing, stealing another soft kiss before he continues. "Ah, I'm so glad you like it." That's an understatement, really, but he thinks it shows, his relief and quiet pride at having done well here. "Not to give away too many of your presents, but a lot of them are things to go with it." He said that before, he thinks, but now that he's sure of how J feels about it, it makes more sense to give some details. "The one thing I didn't do — I was thinking we could turn that one closet into a darkroom for you? But then the woman at the store said they sell portable ones, too, like a little tent you can set up, so I thought I'd wait and let you figure out how you want to do that."