"Nope," T.J. says, the word almost a laugh, as he shakes his head. "I'm kind of at a loss. Last year he got me a fucking piano, so I don't want whatever I do to be too... underwhelming." Especially given what happened last Christmas, though he doesn't want to just say that. Aimee knows enough about his history without him dwelling on the particulars of it now. The fact remains that he owes it to Thomas to do something really nice, and he hasn't got the first idea what that might be. "I barely even know where to start, you know?"