J nods ever so slightly, not wanting to do anything to dislodge S's hold on him. It rolls over him all at once sometimes — a lot of things do, really. The waves of distress and panic are the same way sometimes, where he doesn't know it's going to happen until it's happening. Right now, though, it keeps crashing over him that he's happy. That things are right — not merely okay, which would itself be yet another miracle, but wonderful. He's safe and he's loved, he's warm, he has a good home, he hasn't hurt anyone in a long time, even including himself. Compared to last Christmas, it's a bewildering change, and there are times he hardly even knows to process that it's real, never mind that it's his.

"Could tell them it was broken in the box," he teases. "But don't." Stealing another kiss, he (yet again) just barely resists the urge to climb into S's lap and cuddle closer. But there's still the cake and one more gift besides that, and they should probably make breakfast before they get too caught up in each other to eat. Admittedly, he's probably only considering that because he can smell what he baked, but it's still probably worthwhile. Besides, he knows that, once he starts tinkering with the camera, he'll probably be absorbed in it for a while as he figures it out. "This is... ah, it's perfect, isn't it?" He's almost afraid to say it, as if that will undo some spell, but he's too happy to keep it in. He wants S to know that.