11.58 is what the clock on your and Swaggers' phone said. You currently were in your room, sitting on the floor and sharing a joint. You two would do this often, mostly to his request, as a way to wind down after a long day.

You assumed he wouldn't remember, you certainly didn't tell him. But when the clock struck midnight, he picked up his lighter and held it in front of you, wanting you to blow onto the little flame.

"Blow on the candles." He said, with his usual sweet little chuckle he had when he was high. It was a cute gesture that made you laugh, especially when you tried to protest that they weren't candles. He grinned, still holding the lit lighter in front of you and feigning annoyance. He knew you didn't like to celebrate your birthday, but he was here this year and he wouldn't allow you to refuse. "Blow on the fucking candles, {{user}}!"