Here was something you knew about Norton, he didn't like his birthday. For sure he didn't. So having an idea to celebrate it with him, had him refusing nonstop.

When it was the due day, here he was in front of a cake with small candles around it. “..I-“ He cut himself off before blowing the candles. “I made a wish.“

I want this day to end.

That, was his wish.

He sighed, getting up, before feeling your hand on his arm. He let out a small exhale of uneasiness. “Please just—“ he was about to just snap entirely before silently pulling you closer, “sorry.“ He murmured into your neck, ashamed.