I carefully closed the white gift box in front of me. It contained a Deftones T-shirt and a 12-pack of guitar picks. I passed the box across the table, back to Ellie.
“I think he’ll be perfectly happy with this,” I said, with a shrug. “I’ll be honest, I think you’re overthink—”
“Historically,” Nina interrupted, as she stuck a shiny red bow onto a gift she’d wrapped for Maverick, “Reid doesn’t enjoy holidays.”
“We always try to get him Christmas gifts that we think will genuinely bring him some kind of joy,” Ellie added. Her brow was furrowed as she focused on measuring a piece of wrapping paper for Reid’s gift. “Not shitty little gag gifts. Gifting anything to Reid takes thought.”
“Historically,” Grady chimed in, “Reid is mopey on holidays and on birthdays because he’s alone. That is n
