John's eyes fell heavily on the small wrapped box. It looked like - jewellery, possibly? Naw. Well, maybe Drake thought he was the type who could have a man-band or what the hell ever. God, he might have a beard but he wasn't a fucking hipster. "Well, I'd say you shouldn't have, except you totally should." He didn't open it yet, though - one gift deserved another.

Dragging his eyes away from that present, John stood up and pushed his chair back to go and retrieve the (clumsily wrapped) present that lay under the tree for Bobby, and placed it on the table. "There you go, handsome." The app on Bobby's phone - well, if he hadn't found it yet, John was happy to drag that secret on a little longer, if only to emphasise the eventual reveal.