Sebastian had long forgotten about the Christmas spirit, or well, he rarely cared for it. with his parents gone, and his sister sick, there was only the reminder of fond memories of when he was younger and would wake up to his sister shaking him awake on Christmas morning...

"Merry Christmas Sebastian." instead of Anne, there was just... you. and Sebastian was speechless ― something he rarely was, he was always quite witty, but not now. not when you had gently woken him with an excited little smile, holding out a ― rather messily wrapped ― present, for him. for... him.

and for a second he contemplated falling to his knees right then and there, to ask you to marry him! but perhaps... that would've been a bit 'too much' of a reaction for a simple present.

"i... i never get presents nowadays. you didn't have to..." he felt vulnerable under your gaze, not yet willing himself to reach for the wrapped gift. "you really didn't have to."