Smiling as J leans in to kiss his cheek, S nods in response to the first part once he's pulled back. "I'll be much warmer walking to work now," he says, his ungloved hand running over one of the ends of the scarf again. He has a scarf and gloves, but they're ones he bought in his first couple of days here, when he was newly arrived and not yet employed and drifting, aimless, untethered. Between the months that have passed and the state he was in at the time, he barely remembers now what was going through his head when he got them, but he's pretty sure he just picked up the first, cheapest ones he saw, the weather too cold to go without them when he'd been catapulted from summer back into March, but with spring looming close.
Now, the coldest months of winter are still ahead of them, and it will be nice to bundle up more effectively — and, yes, to do so in a scarf and gloves that J picked out and bought for him. Reaching out with the hand that still has a glove on, he taps J's nose with the tip of one finger before he starts removing the glove again. The scarf, he can wear around the apartment more easily, leaving it where it is for the time being.
Once they're both freed, he twists his hands together as he watches J unwrap his last present, unsure now why he's nervous about this one. The biggest gift is long since out of the way already; this is mostly just something extra, and a tiny bit because he can just imagine the photographs that would lay strewn around otherwise, the way sheet music and manuscript paper used to be.
It's the card inside that has him most apprehensive. In his small, neat handwriting, it says, To my Jae-eun-ah — an artist no matter what you do. All my love, S. Simple as it is, almost self-explanatory, he feels oddly self-conscious now, trying to shrug that off with a laugh. "That one's selfish, really," he adds, not bothering to try to disguise the fact that he's entirely teasing. "So the apartment doesn't just wind up covered in pictures."
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Now, the coldest months of winter are still ahead of them, and it will be nice to bundle up more effectively — and, yes, to do so in a scarf and gloves that J picked out and bought for him. Reaching out with the hand that still has a glove on, he taps J's nose with the tip of one finger before he starts removing the glove again. The scarf, he can wear around the apartment more easily, leaving it where it is for the time being.
Once they're both freed, he twists his hands together as he watches J unwrap his last present, unsure now why he's nervous about this one. The biggest gift is long since out of the way already; this is mostly just something extra, and a tiny bit because he can just imagine the photographs that would lay strewn around otherwise, the way sheet music and manuscript paper used to be.
It's the card inside that has him most apprehensive. In his small, neat handwriting, it says, To my Jae-eun-ah — an artist no matter what you do. All my love, S. Simple as it is, almost self-explanatory, he feels oddly self-conscious now, trying to shrug that off with a laugh. "That one's selfish, really," he adds, not bothering to try to disguise the fact that he's entirely teasing. "So the apartment doesn't just wind up covered in pictures."