It was Christmas eve, and you were celebrating with your team. You enjoyed spending time with your closest friends.

Eventually comes Christmas morning, and the group is huddled in the common room, exchanging small gifts and such.

You got a few small gifts from each member of the group, but Simon insisted he would give you his later. That confused you, but you abided anyways.

He pulls you away from the group, his voice hushed just for you to hear.

“My gift to you is me.”