Huffing out a soft laugh of his own, S shakes his head, leaning in to kiss J's forehead this time. It's true enough that he wouldn't have started with this if he'd had any idea of how it would be received, but that's not at all for his own sake. He's never needed presents to be happy on Christmas, always just grateful for whatever made J think of him. Though money is less of a concern here than it was for them back in Seoul, that might be even truer now than it used to be. He was alone last Christmas, after all; there were no presents at all, nothing to set the day apart from any other. Not wanting to bring the mood down too much, he has the good sense not to mention that, but just being with J makes today special. He thought he would never have this again. It's enough, more than, to be here together, sitting by the tree, holding each other — a perfect Christmas, really, as far as he's concerned, even more so for having done better than he hoped in picking out J's gift.

"They won't be," he says, so incredibly fond. "They're from you, and it's Christmas, and we're together. It'll be wonderful." He can already practically hear J teasing him for being such a romantic, but he can't help it. It's better than the alternative of making a big deal of gifts not being significant enough, anyway, the very idea of which is difficult for him to fathom. Hands lowering again, he taps J on the tip of his nose before drawing them back, though he doesn't otherwise move from his spot on the floor close by J. "Besides, I don't think it's fair to say other than the cake. I still can't believe you did that."

In a strange way, though it isn't as if he thought otherwise before now, it makes him feel like they'll be okay. He remembers with painful clarity how fraught J's first days here were, how there was no guarantee that this would last. There still isn't, really, but it seems infinitely more likely now, and that's a gift in itself.