["Okay" is a bit of an overestimate. Lance is naturally homesick again. Thanksgiving wasn't as big of a holiday back in Cuba (or at all, really), but Christmas and New Year's were the huge ones. That's when all the family, even the extended part, showed up and crammed themselves into one house and everything was loud and joyous and his mom and grandma roasted a whole pig and he and his siblings fought over who had the best and biggest gift.
He misses that so much, but Lance keeps his feelings close to his chest until they burn too much to hide anymore.]
I'm cool. I just wanted to give you your Christmas present.
[Which of course he didn't have to take her aside to do, but if she hated it--and in turn, him--at least his shame is hidden from the rest of the house. He hands her a smallish square box that's been carefully and lovingly wrapped, oblivious to the fact that most of it will just get torn off.]
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He misses that so much, but Lance keeps his feelings close to his chest until they burn too much to hide anymore.]
I'm cool. I just wanted to give you your Christmas present.
[Which of course he didn't have to take her aside to do, but if she hated it--and in turn, him--at least his shame is hidden from the rest of the house. He hands her a smallish square box that's been carefully and lovingly wrapped, oblivious to the fact that most of it will just get torn off.]