S ducks his head, shy but pleased, when J lifts one end of the scarf to hold up to his face. It's certainly not how he would have thought about it himself, but he can't pretend he doesn't like being complimented by his boyfriend, or that J had the way it would look on him in mind when he picked it out. The practicality of a soft, warm scarf, long enough to be wrapped around his neck a few times, would have made it a nice enough gift, but knowing that J picked it for the look of it, too, makes it that much nicer.

On a whim, when J has let go of the scarf again, S loops it around his neck a couple times now, shooting J a smile as he does. It's warm enough in their apartment, which is, really, a welcome change from past Christmases, but there's no reason not to wear the scarf for a while, silly as it must look paired with the clothes he slept in.

"You're the only person who would think I look cute in them," he points out, teasing, his nose scrunching a little as he does. "Really, though, this is perfect." It reminds him abruptly of when J first got here, the two of them having only one coat and one scarf between them. Fraught as that time was, it's something he thinks back on fondly, too, the two of them starting to piece their relationship back together, coming home to each other at last. "You open something next."