"I tried to," S says, pleased, if a little sheepish again. He's pretty sure, actually, that he didn't think of everything, not knowledgeable enough for that, but he at least tried to get all the basics, to get everything J might need to start figuring this out. Film and paper and something to carry the camera in, that all just seemed like common sense. He doesn't want to downplay it too much, though, when it seems like he really has actually gotten something right here. It means more than he would know how to say to have done so, something bizarrely comforting about it. Most of the time, at least, he's secure in the belief that he knows J well. Given how things once fell apart, though, there are moments he second-guesses himself, times he can't quite help but doubt.

With this, though, given J's reaction, he thinks he must have done even better than he let himself hope. They're just presents, and God knows they've been content enough without much in the way of those before. On the other hand, though, maybe something for J to do, a creative outlet like he hasn't really had in a while, might be something a little bit more than that. Really, it doesn't matter as long as J is happy with it, which he seems to be. That in itself means as much to S as any gifts he could open himself.

He does want to see the rest, though, curious about what else J might have gotten. For just a moment, he watches J fiddling with the camera bag, smiling as he does, then he starts unwrapping the present he's picked for himself. Despite its flat, rectangular shape, he isn't expecting the notebook he finds under the wrapping paper, nicely bound in what's either leather or something that looks and feels like it. "It's beautiful," he says, hand smoothing over the cover. "Thank you."