Sure, as a kid, it was expected. What kid really knew what to get their boyfriend for Valentine's Day. Just the thought of it was enough to make him queasy.
Now, though, he should've had his shit together. Not even including the years they'd been together as kids, they'd been together for over a year now. They knew each other. This should've been easy.
In fact, it was harder, now. As kids, romance just... happened. But like so many other things, as a forty-year-old disaster, he felt like he'd permanently lost that part of himself.
So, that was his excuse for why he'd panicked and bought Jamie a shirt. A shirt. Sure, it was nice and he thought it was the perfect jewel tone to complement Jamie's eyes, but that wasn't the point. It was a stupid gift, and even the small plant he'd gotten (a part of tradition) wasn't going to make up for it.
"Hey. Nice flowers," he blurted, as soon as Jamie stepped into the living room. "I got you a shirt."
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It was embarrassing, really.
Sure, as a kid, it was expected. What kid really knew what to get their boyfriend for Valentine's Day. Just the thought of it was enough to make him queasy.
Now, though, he should've had his shit together. Not even including the years they'd been together as kids, they'd been together for over a year now. They knew each other. This should've been easy.
In fact, it was harder, now. As kids, romance just... happened. But like so many other things, as a forty-year-old disaster, he felt like he'd permanently lost that part of himself.
So, that was his excuse for why he'd panicked and bought Jamie a shirt. A shirt. Sure, it was nice and he thought it was the perfect jewel tone to complement Jamie's eyes, but that wasn't the point. It was a stupid gift, and even the small plant he'd gotten (a part of tradition) wasn't going to make up for it.
"Hey. Nice flowers," he blurted, as soon as Jamie stepped into the living room. "I got you a shirt."