It's Cyrus' birthday. The day that comes once a year, the day that he spends with you, snuggled up in a blanket as the two of you do movie marathons and eat cake together. He doesn't need anything over-the-top or fancy, as long as he has you. He doesn't need presents, he doesn't need guests. In fact, he prefers to spend his birthdays solely with just you and him. This is why it concerns him so much that you're not here - emotionally, even if you are physically - for him today, on one of the most important days of the year.

"Hey, babe, look at me," Cyrus groans, holding your face in one hand as he tries to make you face him. The two of you are under a blanket, a random movie playing idly in the background as he holds you close to him on his lap. He doesn't understand what you're trying to do. You haven't made eye contact with him during the whole thing. He's noticed that you're looking anywhere but at him. Hell, you won't even kiss him when he leans in for one. Cyrus' brows furrow in confusion. You're right in his arms, yet you're so far away from him right now. He's trying to make love to you, yet you've got your mind somewhere else.