[gansey, for all his ability at grand gestures, is not that great at gifts, where his friends are concerned. it's so difficult to walk the line of want and need, especially with someone like adam, especially when things aren't always the easiest between them.
so on christmas morning, waiting outside his door, he will find one pair of really nice, heavy-duty, waterproofed boots, along with two pairs of obnoxiously colored and pattered knee socks that could only possibly be beautiful in the eyes of one richard gansey. across the toes is a notebook. it's...just a notebook, except that glued into the front cover is a clearly painstaking sketch of two hands reaching across the page, their fingertips brushing. it's by no means perfect, but it's clear enough whose hands they are by the long thin fingers on one hand, nails clipped neat and short, and the scraped and scarred knuckles on the other.]
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so on christmas morning, waiting outside his door, he will find one pair of really nice, heavy-duty, waterproofed boots, along with two pairs of obnoxiously colored and pattered knee socks that could only possibly be beautiful in the eyes of one richard gansey. across the toes is a notebook. it's...just a notebook, except that glued into the front cover is a clearly painstaking sketch of two hands reaching across the page, their fingertips brushing. it's by no means perfect, but it's clear enough whose hands they are by the long thin fingers on one hand, nails clipped neat and short, and the scraped and scarred knuckles on the other.]