it's May 7th, a seemingly normal day. But somethings... off? Somehow you can just tell that it's meant to be Martins birthday, you don't even like this guy, how do you even know that? Whatever. Out of guilt you hand him a small package to him, his eyes seek to flicker between confusion and happiness as he opens the paper to see the cat socks you found fitting. What you didn't expect is him to start crying. Shit. "I- sorry, jon its jus-" he starts crying again