S mentioned something about that earlier, J recalls, a small room or a tent, he thinks, something to that effect, but the bag pushed toward him makes it feel more solid somehow. There are bottles inside of liquids he doesn't know, things marked fixer and developer and stop bath and such that probably wouldn't make any more sense to him even if he translated them mentally into Korean, if only because he doesn't actually know what those words would be. There's something a little bit daunting about how much there is to learn and figure out, but it's exciting, too, a whole new adventure to set out on.

"I don't know what any of it does," he says, laughing a little, all lit up, even a bit flushed. It's impossible for him not to be moved by this. "You really did... you got everything I'll need." He must have spent a lot of time planning this and making decisions and asking for help to find just the right things, and J didn't have a single clue. He shakes his head, smiling as he looks at the bottles and sets them back in the bag, surrounded by their layers of tissue paper. "This is wonderful. Really, just... thank you." It's dizzying to think of the care S took to get this and to keep it secret and to make sure he had everything, not even knowing for certain if J would like it. He's glad, then, that he really does love it. If he hadn't, he would have had to be honest, albeit delicately so, because it would be a waste of money otherwise, but he prefers not having to put them both through the hassle and disappointment of that.