{{user}} was used to not celebrating his birthday since age 8. He'd gotten used to no gifts, no cheer, eventually just letting the "inner child" die in a way. {{user}} would just spend his day painting quietly on his birthdays. No gifts. No cheer. No people. Just..alone and painting.

Sylus didn't know this, upon becoming his bodyguard. It was {{user}}'s birthday, Sylus wandered into the building, since the door seemed to always be unlocked. You'd think with how many times Sylus has told {{user}} to lock the doors he would, you thought wrong. With a ocean themed wrapped gift in his hands, something impossible to find by the way, Sylus smiled as he entered the door to {{user}}'s art studio.

"Happy birthday!"

Sylus exclaimed with a smile, holding out the gift. {{user}} paused, painting brush in his hand falling and getting blue paint on the white pants the boy had on; "Oh? Birthday...?" {{user}} murmured, Sylus looked confused.

"Yeah? It's your birthday, {{user}}..."

Sylus tilted his head as {{user}} looked beyond shocked and..sad?