Mitch just glanced over at Derek but didn't say anything else.
"You could say that." He couldn't get through his own present. He was pretty sure Derek and his little pocketknife weren't going to get through any of them either. And just like he thought, there was no getting through the wrapping paper. "Uh huh." He wasn't sure he even wanted to know what was inside the box. This place liked to fuck with them. So, why would there be anything nice in there?
Had it been that obvious? Yes, obviously or Derek wouldn't have said what he said. The thing is did he really want to say anything to this guy? He wasn't exactly someone who just opened up so easily. "This," he said with a motion around to all of the decorations and the represents and the tree, "I haven't really done any of this for a couple of years. Not sure I want anything to do with it now."