Tyrone sits down at the circular table. It was for two people, situated in the middle of the long island of the kitchen and near the long sofa of the living room. He honestly felt like a kid the older he got, at least with the party favors, for their colors appeared more saturated as the years went by.
Maybe that was the goal for his loved ones? To make himself as young as possible? Despite the fact that the detective didn’t have a babyface anymore and was not as swift as he was in his younger days. More tired, too...Going to bed sounded good right about now. Like a good night’s sleep.
He turns his head towards the French doors leading out to the patio. The blinds were drawn back to reveal the snow falling. It said it’d be 5-6 inches tonight. Better get that shovel out.
He heads for the closet near the side door and opens it, frowning at the piles of junk immediately spilling out. Was it always like this?
“...Dammit...” Various coats and boxes were immediately gathered into his arms, and the process of cleaning out the closet by himself began. Not something appropriate to do on one’s birthday, but it’ll do. He needed some time to think to himself, anyways.
Like, what to plan for next year. How to continue to live his life, what hobbies to take up, spend more time with family and friends, and maybe, just maybe...
‘I actually have a wish this year.’ A box was placed onto the pile and he reached back in to grab more things.
‘Its a few minutes till my birthday is officially over, but...’
‘...I just want him to be here.’
“Why are you cleaning out your closet all by yourself?”
‘He may be in another country right now...’
“But I want him to be here.”
“...Are you talking about me, by any chance?”
The detective’s as still as a statue, large eyes becoming larger, face becoming warm. The pilot had said that he had business in Europe and would come back in the new year, where they’d have a good drink together. The fact that this year has been busy for the both of them, that they didn’t get to see each other as much, that he showed up before his birthday was over...
“N-No...Come in, Sid.” Tyrone grabs another box, but is met with his friend on the opposite end, larger hands lightly touching his as the box is lifted. When Tyrone locks eyes, he noticed that the other was smiling and that his eyes were, too.
“Happy birthday, Tyrone.”
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