It wasn't even that he was willfully avoiding it. It was just that... birthdays were never a part of his world. His birthday meant nothing to anyone, he'd always known, and so there was no reason to bring it up.
But...
He always remembered the date even so.
And when he spots the calendar and makes a note of the date--well, he lingers.
Seventeen, huh?
(Can he possibly still be seventeen with all of the things he's been through...?
And yet... he thinks that very well must be true. It's his birthday, and now he's seventeen.)
But that's all there is to it; a moment later he shakes his head, and moves back towards the kitchen to begin making breakfast. At least it's a weekend--it means it's relaxing, today.
birthday;
It wasn't even that he was willfully avoiding it. It was just that... birthdays were never a part of his world. His birthday meant nothing to anyone, he'd always known, and so there was no reason to bring it up.
But...
He always remembered the date even so.
And when he spots the calendar and makes a note of the date--well, he lingers.
Seventeen, huh?
(Can he possibly still be seventeen with all of the things he's been through...?
And yet... he thinks that very well must be true. It's his birthday, and now he's seventeen.)
But that's all there is to it; a moment later he shakes his head, and moves back towards the kitchen to begin making breakfast. At least it's a weekend--it means it's relaxing, today.