[Fenris had gone shopping for solstice gifts for both of his lovers, but he hesitated to give them to them. Not because he thought they were poor gifts, but because he thought perhaps they would not like them. He was used to working off a solstice list, not his own idea of what his lovers might like.
In honestly, he's realizing how little he knows them by doing this. Perhaps he should not rely so heavily on their willingness to impart information and actually ask questions.
When the knock comes to his door, he opens it with a nod, eyeing the things in the man's hands as he steps aside to let him in. Were those gifts?]
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In honestly, he's realizing how little he knows them by doing this. Perhaps he should not rely so heavily on their willingness to impart information and actually ask questions.
When the knock comes to his door, he opens it with a nod, eyeing the things in the man's hands as he steps aside to let him in. Were those gifts?]
Are.. those for me?