"My own personal bucket list." Really, G didn't feel like he needed to do things. Some people didn't. Yeah, he'd missed out on a lot as a kid and maybe he was warped by upbringing and career. But, he'd come to accept that he didn't have a normal life, that he wasn't ever going to have one. So, he didn't really even think of these things.
At least, he hadn't. Somehow Sam kept finding things for G to think about.
And when he didn't snotty little cheerleaders who'd never had a hard day in their life did.
When even that wasn't enough, he could always just focus on how little he really did have to lose.
"Well, yeah, with the little kids, that was always a trip." Those big eyes could get to even a street-hardened teen under the right circumstances. He still shook his head, though. "But, it wasn't even that so much as what it meant for you as the giver. You had something to give away, which meant you had something. You had the means to get something, maybe even get out some day. It didn't matter if you didn't get anything in return. That just meant you had something others didn't." And that was not a small thing when you lived a life where you didn't have much that hadn't been someone else's first.
Of course, once the Christmas Spirit died for another year, you learned how quickly those things could be taken away again.
"I'll have to take all that out of what I spend on you," he teased, shaking his head again at Sam's 'togetherness' mode. G was happier with a small group. There were getting to be too many people here. He wouldn't eve be able to trust this many people, no matter who was in charge. "You know my idea of party is a six pack and a game, right?
"Actually, I probably shouldn't tell you this and break your heart," he smirked. "But as we're not likely to get back to our reality in time, you should know that you have the best partner ever when it comes to Christmas gifts, even if the one I already had for you is still back in our reality."