Jag didn't say anything for a few seconds, then pulled his hands back to rest them on his thighs, fingers slightly curled. "Right," he stated, his breath still a little short, and he forced himself to move off Val, sitting on the couch beside him and readjusting himself in the hope of being less uncomfortable. "Sorry." He pushed a hand back through his hair, then rubbed at his nape, and glanced at Val. "I don't know what I want for Christmas."