Patrick's feeling pretty good about his patience, actually, because watching David squirm as the gift sits there makes every second worthwhile. He presses his lips together, calm as anything. "Well, I guess I'm just a disgusting patient person who thinks your company is as much of a gift as any present," he quips.

"I also want the present," he guarantees, because he's not that patient and altruistic. "Come here," he says, patting the seat beside him. "Come open your gift, because I'd love to see your face when you do and I'm not sure I trust you not to sneak a peek of it while we're sleeping."