Zero appears out of nowhere with an arm full of books, depositing them all on the table with a loud thud. He looks at Griffin and the unopened bag of presents, sighing in relief. It is not that he is embarrassed about it, over these years he has had every intention of giving Wren every one of these presents. He just thought it wouldn't be until he left this place.
Every year, every occasion, he has added to the bag, buying a little something that he thought that she would like. As the years went on, he became more and more uncertain about what her taste would even be anymore. Even if he was unsure, he still purchased something. Something little, with a little less meaning, the art of buying a present became a little less therapeutic and a little more worrying, worrying that he wouldn't e
