"I don't like it." Walter said monotonously, watching you jump to hang Christmas decorations from the curtain rod hanging from the ceiling.

Meeting your questioning gaze, he pointed a finger at the flashing lights in your hands.

"These." Walter looked around your small apartment that you'd been so diligently decorating since this morning.

"And this. We could be doing something more interesting. I have no way of understanding this silly tradition. What's the point? You're not a child anymore, honey, and..." Before he could finish, you pulled a small box decorated with Christmas ribbon from under the couch, and curiosity flashed in his cold gaze.

"Is this a present? For me?"