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[ He's not the only one who's spent a great deal of the day napping. Not sleeping for the last two months has been really shitty. She does, however, try not to make a point of not sleeping through her entire birthday because as shitty as it is to not have Paz here, to not have anyone here from home - despite the fact everyone she knows from home is probably long dead - it's still her birthday.

Swigging from a whisky bottle, she finds the card under her door not long after he's delivered it, frowning suspiciously for a few moments before she decides to pick it up and open it.

The faint scent of vanilla. A birthday card. She blinks at the sight, trying to process it. Someone has actually sat and taken the time to... make her this. For her. Shit. Logan made her this. Well... shit. She's... kinda struggling with this.

Tears pricking her eyes, she very gently places it on her coffee table and sits, staring at it for a few moments, broken only by the occasion swig of whiskey. He made her a card. For her birthday.

Finally, she texts him: ]

hey

so like

thanks.

it's the dumbest thing i've ever got. like cute dumb. but i like it.

yeah. thanks.

sobs weakly..............

[danzan]

You're welcome. Can't expect more than dumb from a dumbass, I'm just saying.

Hope today was OK. [ He knows better than to expect "good" from Deerington. ] You celebrate a little?

sorry not sorry for that

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you're hiding it very well. winnie the pooh birthday cards aside.

been alright i guess. [ he'd be absolutely right to. ] if sleeping counts as celebrating consider me partied out.

but nah. i got booze. it's fine.

[ also drugs. but she has a feel that detail is best left unsaid. ]