"I'm not worried about what you got me," J says, gently wry. As much as he likes presents in theory, they're a more complicated matter for him in practice, and anyway, they matter much less than being here with S now. Besides, he's excited to try the camera. He remembers how it was the few times he used them in the past, how different film is. But that was when it was incredibly expensive to get a few shots and have them developed. He doubts it's precisely cheap now, but it's got to be much, much more affordable, the old pressure to get a good shot eased by access to film. And, too, being able to develop it himself — well, that will take practice, and he'll need to make himself get used to the idea he might ruin a few photos in the process, and that's probably a good thing.
He's more concerned by far about what he got S. The rest of it really isn't very exciting, by his estimation — small, simple things, things that will hopefully make S smile. He even took a chance on some accessories, mostly things to keep S warm when he goes out, but for those he made himself focus more on finding a scarf and gloves that will be cozy and warm, the nicest quality he could afford so they'll last, trying to pick styles S would pick for himself. This was the only one that felt like a real risk, and that brings up all kinds of emotions, but he's glad he tried. Even if S sounds... bruised, really, J still believes him. Perfect, after all, isn't exactly uncomplicated.
Drawing S closer, he pulls him in for another kiss, slower this time, though still sweet. "I love the camera," he adds softly. "Ah, I can't wait to try it out, really." He lets out a tiny sigh, thumb stroking S's cheek again. "Okay, darling?" He isn't going to push. Some part of him is dying to know what's going through S's head, what he's thinking about, what he wants. But he also knows S won't want to disturb the peace of the day, and he doesn't want to either. If S wants to talk, he's given him room to do so. If he doesn't, well, J can prod him a bit later if he really can't keep himself quiet, but he'll try his best.
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He's more concerned by far about what he got S. The rest of it really isn't very exciting, by his estimation — small, simple things, things that will hopefully make S smile. He even took a chance on some accessories, mostly things to keep S warm when he goes out, but for those he made himself focus more on finding a scarf and gloves that will be cozy and warm, the nicest quality he could afford so they'll last, trying to pick styles S would pick for himself. This was the only one that felt like a real risk, and that brings up all kinds of emotions, but he's glad he tried. Even if S sounds... bruised, really, J still believes him. Perfect, after all, isn't exactly uncomplicated.
Drawing S closer, he pulls him in for another kiss, slower this time, though still sweet. "I love the camera," he adds softly. "Ah, I can't wait to try it out, really." He lets out a tiny sigh, thumb stroking S's cheek again. "Okay, darling?" He isn't going to push. Some part of him is dying to know what's going through S's head, what he's thinking about, what he wants. But he also knows S won't want to disturb the peace of the day, and he doesn't want to either. If S wants to talk, he's given him room to do so. If he doesn't, well, J can prod him a bit later if he really can't keep himself quiet, but he'll try his best.