"And this is where we get no work done," Noah said in a dry tone, pushing open the door to the employee's lounge. It still had some streamers and birthday banners that the girls had hung up this morning. He held the door open for Elliot to enter and took the time to exam the room and why he was bothering to show it to her. Well--he knew the answer to that. Even though Elliot had told him that she liked astronomy and all this stuff, he still felt like showing off the exhibits would be rather boring, especially when she bothered to come down to wish him a happy birthday in person.
That was nice. It was weird to have people go out of his way for him, like the party (he was sure Lyssandra was the one that had reminded everyone else, but it was still a nice gesture) and Elliot just now, but, hell. It had been a long, weird year, after all. Yeah...it was almost a year since Noël had eloped with Macon.
...nngh, don't bring up the stinging memories on your birthday, Boot.
Noah let out a breath and crossed over to where the cake (shaped and decorated like Uranus--Martin would have appreciated this one greatly) sat on a long covered table. "Do you want a piece? I promise it's edible."
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