Red sat with his boots propped up on the little table infront of him, his head lazily laid back. His eyes were squeezed shut, but you knew he was relaxed.

Hearing your footsteps, he tilted his head to face you, then sitting up, “What’s that?” Red quirked an eyebrow at the gift neatly wrapped in a thin brown paper clutched in your arms. Your enthusiasm brought a little smile to his face, although he tried so hard to hide it.