S is sure it won't come to that, but having offered the same disclaimer himself, it isn't as if he can dispute it. He nods instead, giving J a small smile as he starts to unwrap the package, still careful with the paper, though he doubts they'll reuse it. There isn't anyone else either of them needs to give a Christmas gift to. Maybe that's a little sad, but he doesn't think so, not really. They've both been through so much, and spent so much time apart. Neither of them has ever been especially social anyway, but this past year, it's seemed important just to be with each other, to rebuild. Connecting with other people has mattered even less than ever, and he's never needed anyone but J anyway, had no one at all before he got here.
The thought of it makes him newly tempted just to curl up in J's arms for a while, but S focuses instead on the present he's opening, taking the top off the box — this one does seem like clothes — and touching the fabric inside. "What is it?" he asks, pleased, as he lifts it out of the box, the shape of a scarf quickly becoming apparent, S's smile curling wider as it does. "A scarf? Ah, it's so soft." It's been getting colder lately, and though the walk to work is bearable, it will be nice to have something warm and soft to wrap himself up in for it, which he suspects may have been a consideration. The deep, rich green is beautiful, too. "I love it. Thank you."
When they're not buying music for each other, he thinks they've both always favored more practical gifts. Photography equipment isn't exactly that, but it sort of is, if only in how insensible it would have been to get J a camera and none of the supplies to use with it. There's still photo paper in two different sizes, developing chemicals, and a camera bag for J to open, plus an empty photo album, all things that he hopes will get some use. "Open whichever one you want next. I wasn't kidding about the rest of them being boring, though."
He doesn't mind that terribly much. Already this is more than he thinks he's ever been able to do for J for Christmas before, and the camera was better received than he even hoped it would be.
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The thought of it makes him newly tempted just to curl up in J's arms for a while, but S focuses instead on the present he's opening, taking the top off the box — this one does seem like clothes — and touching the fabric inside. "What is it?" he asks, pleased, as he lifts it out of the box, the shape of a scarf quickly becoming apparent, S's smile curling wider as it does. "A scarf? Ah, it's so soft." It's been getting colder lately, and though the walk to work is bearable, it will be nice to have something warm and soft to wrap himself up in for it, which he suspects may have been a consideration. The deep, rich green is beautiful, too. "I love it. Thank you."
When they're not buying music for each other, he thinks they've both always favored more practical gifts. Photography equipment isn't exactly that, but it sort of is, if only in how insensible it would have been to get J a camera and none of the supplies to use with it. There's still photo paper in two different sizes, developing chemicals, and a camera bag for J to open, plus an empty photo album, all things that he hopes will get some use. "Open whichever one you want next. I wasn't kidding about the rest of them being boring, though."
He doesn't mind that terribly much. Already this is more than he thinks he's ever been able to do for J for Christmas before, and the camera was better received than he even hoped it would be.