Tom snorted softly at her explanation, shifting to press a kiss to the top of her head before leaning back just a little into the affectionate scratch of her nails against his scalp. "Honestly, I'm not surprised." he remarked. It was the truth, too...it just seemed like such a Rachel thing to do, going out to observe the rest of humanity in action. She was a people watcher by nature...and as such, had turned him into a little bit of one as well...started with watching her, then watching others. She took a private delight in the idiosyncracies of people as a whole, and on certain occasions he could see why.
"So the hard part... I take it I'm not as easy to shop for as you thought?"
As she turned in his embrace, he tried to decide if she was attempting to get a read on him or not. It wasn't hard to tell that she was, so he chose his answer carefully while keeping his features impassive.
"Hard to find the perfect gift for the perfect woman." he quipped, smiling as he returned her kiss, tightening his arms around her waist. "And Merry Christmas right back atcha."
After a moment of just standing there, enjoying the quiet and the warmth of her in his arms, he felt his nerves flare again...that uneasy restlessness that felt both good and just a little nauseating. He wanted to do this...question was, *could* he?
"So," he sighed, rubbing her back lightly before drawing away just a little bit, "since you're leading this Gibson-style version of Christmas...what's next on the agenda? Grab a drink...presents...corny Christmas movie..."
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Date: 2007-01-02 02:50 am (UTC)"So the hard part... I take it I'm not as easy to shop for as you thought?"
As she turned in his embrace, he tried to decide if she was attempting to get a read on him or not. It wasn't hard to tell that she was, so he chose his answer carefully while keeping his features impassive.
"Hard to find the perfect gift for the perfect woman." he quipped, smiling as he returned her kiss, tightening his arms around her waist. "And Merry Christmas right back atcha."
After a moment of just standing there, enjoying the quiet and the warmth of her in his arms, he felt his nerves flare again...that uneasy restlessness that felt both good and just a little nauseating. He wanted to do this...question was, *could* he?
"So," he sighed, rubbing her back lightly before drawing away just a little bit, "since you're leading this Gibson-style version of Christmas...what's next on the agenda? Grab a drink...presents...corny Christmas movie..."