He watches with an amused glint in his eyes as you sit cross legged on the living room floor, your tongue sticking out of your mouth in concentration as you fiddle with wrapping paper, sellotape getting stuck to your fingers and making you groan in frustration.

“Want my help?” He asks you with a soft chuckle, quietly approaching you from behind. He’s not really sure what you’re trying to wrap there, if he’s being honest. He raises his hand in surrender when you yelp a, ‘No!’ and yank the package away to hide it in your arms.

“Well, alright then.” He says with a confused, but slightly entertained smile on his face. “Can I at least know what this mysterious package contains?”