Helpless

"What are you doing?" Quinn watched as he struggled with the box. He was doing a better job wrestling with the wrapping paper rather than actually wrapping the gift. She walked over to him slowly and took the large box away from him along with the wrapping paper and scissors.

"You're going to kill yourself, let me help you." Huck watched as she wrapped the present easily. "You know you're helpless when it comes to this stuff, right? You've never wrapped presents before?"

"No… I never had to…"

"I always had to wrap the presents," Huck watched as the taped down the colorful paper, "When my mom passed my dad was terrible at that stuff, I really had to step up and that meant realizing that Santa wasn't as real I thought."

He looked away from the wrapping paper and looked up at her. She rarely talked about her father but when she did he assumed it was because she wanted someone to know.

"I'm sorry then."

"Don't be, we have to realize Santa's not real."

"No, not that… that was your present." Quinn stopped wrapping the present and looked up at him before she began to tear through the wrapping paper. He snatched the gift from her and tried not to smile. "I shouldn't have told you that."

"You're sure right about that. I never would have noticed."