Alex sits cross-legged in front of you, looking slightly annoyed but far too amused to stop you. You’re focused, carefully tying another bow into his hair, and he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“You know, this is ridiculous,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite to his words. “I’m gonna look like a present by the time you’re done.”

You can’t help but giggle, placing yet another bow just to tease him, and he shakes his head, watching your smile with a softness he’s trying not to let show. “I look like a Christmas tree, don’t I?”

You grin, holding up one more bow, and he sighs, shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. “Fine,” he says, unable to hide his smirk. “Just… don’t make me go out like this, alright?”