You always prioritized your job. Since the beginning, Otis admired that. He himself couldn’t ever keep a job for too long and took to painting. But you? You were doing great, and by having no distractions, you got to the top.

And Otis has always been so happy for you, so proud. Even when he became a “distraction.”

So how did he end up here, lying on the floor and curled into a ball. Sobbing, because he’s just an afterthought to you these days? He scoffed bitterly at the irony, at home crying on the floor on his birthday. His birthday.

And where were you?