Watts was in an exceptionally good mood today-

Or rather more accurately, Watts had been in an exceptionally good mood, when he'd gone to the post office to check for his regular correspondence with the fellows back home and had found a parcel waiting for him.

But now that he was back home and said parcel was sat on his dining room table he was in an exceptionally nervous mood. Not about the gift itself; he and Steven had already established that gifts between friends were acceptable, and if that were true than by the transitory property, gifts between two people who were seeing each other romantically was more than all right. (Jack had never been one for gifts, giving or receiving, aside from that one nearly-ill-fated cake, and his past relationships with women were even less help as a guide, for a number of reasons.) In any case, it wasn't the gift itself that was cause for his sudden bout of nerves. It was the manner in which he was currently planning on giving it to Steven.

Perhaps he should have waited until Thursday and taken it by the museum? Or Friday, even. Kept it in his desk at the Trooper Station and hoped Steven could swing by for lunch again.

But no. Instead of waiting, he'd called Steven, asked him to come over, with no pretext at all. Just. Telling him he had a gift to give and inviting him over, like that. That, he feared, might be terribly forward.

Thus the pacing he was doing back and forth in his bedroom, picking up his suit jacket and putting it on, and then discarding it, only to pick it up again and put it back on- and, well. You get the idea.

[ooc: for the sweetheart. up early in deference to timezones and vacations.]