Going to bed for the night had never really been something John looked forward to since Mary had died, it was just something that was necessary. Sleep, then wake again. Having her here on Los Angeles with him hadn't made sleep any less that 'necessary ritual only', but it had eased that feeling he would wake up to that constant hollowness. Eased it, but not erased it, and with all the threats they all faced, it likely never would go away. But it was in finally being pushed to act on sleeping in the same room as her, if not the same bed, that had made the nights something to look forward to. No matter how busy their days were, no matter how crazy things were, he now had that constant in going to bed, talking with her about their days and anything else, insignificant to important, and then going to sleep knowing she was alive and breathing in the same room as he was.
The only thing different about tonight was that there was a gift on his bed when he came int the room and closed the door behind him. Unexpected and just a bit suspicious.
"I get a present earlier than Christmas Eve?" he asked, moving to sit on the bed and pick up the package. Flipping the note open, he read it, then looked up at her, one eyebrow raised.