@xburninglights
“oh...,” jory says looking down at the gift placed in his hands. he turns a soft shade of pink and a sort of smile comes on his face. “you...you remembered,” he says brightening. he plays with the ribbon the gift for his birthday. he supposes it’s not such a fantastic feat to remember his birthday. it falls on valentines day. his mother once told him it was sign. that the day of love fit a boy who was loved by everyone very well. ‘you were born on what would have been your father and i’s sixth wedding anniversary jory, and i remember proclaiming to the heavens that you were being born’ his mother told him a hundred times.
jory smiled up at his old best friend who he now had a complicated relationship with. “you really didn’t have to buy me anything though, you could have just spent the day with me...or wait do you have plans tonight? with some...guy?” he asks nervously.