You looked up from where you sat reading on your bed to see Sam peering around your doorframe.
“Hey. What’s up?” you asked. He took a few steps in and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he always made your room look smaller. He was fidgeting with his hands and you saw his eyes dart quickly to the small gift bag and bow Charlie had given you last time you’d seen her; an early Christmas bag of trinkets and candy.
“Remember when I asked you for a Christmas wishlist?” Sam asked. You tilted your head and pursed your lips, thinking.
“Not really, no.”
Sam sighed and looked at you a moment, waiting, but you just laughed.
“What? I really don’t remember.”
“Last month,” he said. “We were staking out a hunt near the outlet mall and I asked what you wanted. You called me a huge dork for starting my Christmas shopping so early.”
“Oh yeah, I do remember calling you a huge dork,” you grinned. Sam tried his best to look unamused, but settled for a tight smile instead.
“You never gave me a list,” he said. You closed your book and pushed it to the side, drawing a deep breath in as you thought about what you might ask for for Christmas, but came up empty.