Dylan laughed and blushed as he wound the last foot of lights around the tree. His eyes flickered down Dave's form and his eyebrows raised as he looked back up. He crouched beside the tree and took the ornaments, hanging them on the branches one by one. "I like these." He said with a smaller smile, and licked his upper lip. "They're beautiful- is that a buttercup?" He pushed a hand through his hair, plucking out a few stray pine needles. "You know, Dave-" He murmured, "You can tell me when you want stuff like that." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You love all of me, I love all of you. And- I know you're kind of .. into that sort of thing. Matt told me." He sat back on his heels. "So, if you want to try sometime, that would be okay."