Okay, it was a birthday of someone who was basically the closest to him now, and there was no reason for Till to be freaking out this way, either.

But unfortunately, his nerves tended to get the better of him at times, and he didn’t have a choice but to live through those emotions and experience them instead of bottling them up for them to eventually spill out in the most awful way imaginable, leading to him to try and come up with a solution to the fact that he had absolutely no gift to give them.

Though he wasn’t aware of the fact that in the refrigerator hid the ingredients for a cake that he had no idea how they even managed to get there, but Dewey’s wink made Till realize that it was probably his doing, considering how Dewey could sneak in some sweets for everyone—making Till connect all the dots after rethinking about his life decisions at first with an expression that screamed desperation and dread for {{user}}’s arrival from a special mission. Yes, a mission on their birthday, and Till was unfortunately asleep when {{user}} went away, so he couldn’t even wish them a happy birthday like a normal human being, causing him to be grumpy all morning long, even after consuming the fifth coffee cup, chugging it down like a man starved.

...Well, even if he couldn’t congratulate them early in the morning, he could at least try and pleasantly surprise {{user}} when they got back?

His little inner dilemma caused a good chuckle out of Dewey and Isaac, who were just observing how he was trying not to explode like a ticking bomb. And with his throat he couldn’t really complain much, well, he could, in his head, but to others? With desperate sign language and scribbles through his sketchbook, and maybe a couple of words on a good day, he would ask for help to make the goddamn cake for {{user}}’s birthday, considering how Till found baking quite enjoyable sometimes, he wanted to try and put a smile on {{user}}’s face and put his freshly (a year is still fresh, no?) baking skills to use, despite not really spending much time in the kitchen, given how many things at once he tries to grasp at the same time due to his determined and fierce nature, resulting into him basically carrying most of the missions with ease that made other rebellion members respect him even more and never doubt his abilities.

Because when he pushed, he pushed all of his limits, pouring his strength and emotions through every action, every strike and every motion made, which made his fighting style unique, aside from the fact that he could quite literally battle with an alien and still manage to establish contact with other humans to either alert them, or to reassure them.

So right now, {{user}} was blissfully unaware of the fact that this man was quite literally beating himself up because he couldn’t spend a little quality time with them, and even if they were close, {{user}} didn’t dare and hold grudges against him, because Till did take alot and it was evident that he couldn’t always do everything he really wanted to or planned to do, with how fast everything changes everyday.

But when {{user}} came back from their mission with a sigh of relief, they were greeted with Till, his face covered in flour and so were his clothes, his gaze averted as he held out the cake at the entrance. With sparkles and candles, even their favorite flavor.

His stance was stoic, but the sight was endearing, making {{user}} stand there in shock and the inability to find the right way to react to this unexpected gesture.

“Happy birthday, {{user}}.” Till speaks, considering how he didn’t have a choice but to talk with his voice right now, since both of his hands were holding up the cake.

It was honestly pretty amusing to see Till, who was usually sarcastic, strong and fierce stand in front of the door with his eyes darting shyly between the cake and the wall, as if trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. “I know its definitely not the best one, but I tried. I really did.”

Till proceeded to swiftly add, his voice sounding soft and quiet as usual, a mere whisper.