J relaxes further, pleased by the reception of the scarf. He generally doesn't get clothes for S, since their senses of style are so different, but in the absence of music, he ended up reaching for different things this time around. Besides, with how cold it gets these days, he likes knowing S will be able to bundle up and to think of him while he's out there. More, at least, than he already does.
He inches closer, picking up one end of the scarf and holding it up, his own presents ignored for a moment. Touching it to S's cheek, he smiles. "Ah, there," he says warmly, "I thought so. It looks pretty with your eyes." S has beautiful eyes as it is, of course, but this color complements the rich brown of them while also being something S has little of in his wardrobe already. Now that he's sitting closer again, though, J can't resist leaning closer, drawing S to him for a kiss. Christmas is just for them, after all, and there's no one to bother if they take their time with the gifts and each other.
He would have, he thinks, bought S something like this when they were younger, too, if he'd had the money for something high quality. An ordinary scarf would have been too dull a gift, but he thinks they probably needed things like this even more back then, their studio colder than this cozy apartment with its central heating. It's nice to be able to do such a thing now, though, hence the scarf and the gloves. "I almost got you earmuffs to keep you warmer, too," he teases, "but I didn't think you'd want to wear big fuzzy ones to work, no matter how cute you'd look."
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He inches closer, picking up one end of the scarf and holding it up, his own presents ignored for a moment. Touching it to S's cheek, he smiles. "Ah, there," he says warmly, "I thought so. It looks pretty with your eyes." S has beautiful eyes as it is, of course, but this color complements the rich brown of them while also being something S has little of in his wardrobe already. Now that he's sitting closer again, though, J can't resist leaning closer, drawing S to him for a kiss. Christmas is just for them, after all, and there's no one to bother if they take their time with the gifts and each other.
He would have, he thinks, bought S something like this when they were younger, too, if he'd had the money for something high quality. An ordinary scarf would have been too dull a gift, but he thinks they probably needed things like this even more back then, their studio colder than this cozy apartment with its central heating. It's nice to be able to do such a thing now, though, hence the scarf and the gloves. "I almost got you earmuffs to keep you warmer, too," he teases, "but I didn't think you'd want to wear big fuzzy ones to work, no matter how cute you'd look."