S can't help laughing again at J's response, his head ducking for a moment. He could do that, but given how J has reacted, there's absolutely no reason for him to do so. It's better than he expected, really, and like a gift in itself to be able to do something like this for J. Before, he doesn't know if a camera would ever have occurred to him as a gift — and they were more expensive, too, he thinks — but he would have gone all out like this on Christmas every year if he could. J never would have expected more than he was able to get, he knows, but it was still one of those things he used to think about, being able to do more one day, having a bigger space, more stability. They still don't have terribly much, but it makes a big difference, being able to work full-time and getting money from the city each month, letting him set some aside to do nice things for his boyfriend.

One day, maybe he'll be able to manage more even than this. Right now, though, he doesn't want to be anywhere other than he is, nodding in easy, fond agreement. "It is," he agrees, one corner of his mouth lifting a little higher after just a moment. "I was just thinking that, too." Somewhere, deep down, part of him is amazed to hear J say so — not surprised, exactly, with the few months they've had, but for a long time, he stopped expecting to be enough for J, stopped being able to make him happy at all. Just being here together now, having J look at him like that, is all he could ever need. Anything else is just extra. "I think it might even be our best Christmas yet."