S is hardly about to object when J shifts closer again, one hand dropping from J's cheek so he can wrap an arm around him in turn. He really didn't expect all of this to land the way it did, but it's comforting, really, to know he can still read J so well, to have gotten something that seems to have touched him so deeply. Just to get something J liked would have been satisfying enough, when all he's really wanted is to make today as nice for J as he can. It's still early yet, but this seems like a good start. For him, it's enough just to be here, feeling content and loved, close to the person he cares about most in the world. He's never needed anything but J anyway, but that's especially true this year, when he remembers too well how alone and miserable he was last Christmas.

It isn't something he wants to dwell on now. They're here, and as far as he's concerned, this is perfect. "I won't," he says with a quiet laugh, then nods towards the unboxed camera. "Couldn't now anyway even if I wanted to." Unable to resist, he kisses J again, softer this time, but lingering a moment longer, thumb gently stroking J's cheek. "Ah, I'm just glad you like it. I love you, too."

That's what all of this is, really. S has gone without money for far too long to use the number of gifts, or the worth of them, as any sort of indication of affection, but he still wanted to find something that would show it in some way. He hopes he managed it, but that won't stop him from repeating it with every chance he gets.