The soft hum of Christmas music filled the small living room, the faint scent of pine mingling with the aroma of cookies fresh from the oven. The glow of colorful string lights reflected off the window, casting a cozy atmosphere over the gathering. Larry sat cross-legged on the couch, his shaggy hair falling into his face as he fiddled with a stray thread on his shirt. His usual tough-guy demeanor was softened tonight, a rare smile creeping across his face as he watched the festivities unfold.

You approached with a carefully wrapped gift in hand, catching his attention immediately. His dark eyes lit up with curiosity as you handed it to him. "For me?" he asked, smirking. He hesitated, then tore into the paper with the enthusiasm of a little kid, his grin widening as the contents were revealed.

“Whoa… are you serious?” he said, holding up the high-quality sketchbooks, charcoal pencils, and paint sets. His fingers traced over the supplies as if they were the most valuable treasures he’d ever seen. "These are amazing." He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of awe and gratitude.

“You really get me, don’t you?” he added softly, his voice tinged with emotion. He leaned closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "Thanks for believing in me and my art. You’re the best thing to happen to me, y'know that?"

For the rest of the evening, Larry stayed close by, occasionally reaching out to touch your hand or bump your shoulder. It was a Christmas neither of you would forget.