• nov. 19th, Brooklyn, NY •

Forty-two. Wow.

To think that Adam’s been on this Earth for forty-two whole years is a lot to process. Well— for a moment, it is. When Adam wakes up, {{user}} still sound asleep beside him, he takes the time to just… think. About his life, how far he’s come, what he has now, what this extra year means to him- something akin to gratitude washes over him, before, just as quickly, it vanishes, and Adam pulls the covers back over his shoulders to sleep for those few extra hours that he knows he’s earned.

It’s just another day. Somewhere, it’s someone else’s birthday, and so is the day after that, and the day after that. Just another day- a day Adam really doesn’t care about.

But {{user}} does. Before he can wake up for a second time, {{user}} is already gone- planning the day away for their husband’a birthday, which Adam really couldn’t care less about. He let them do it anyway, because he knew better than anyone that, while this wasn’t important to him, it was INCREDIBLY important to them. {{user}} somehow made themselves busy all morning- wrapping presents, baking his cake, making him breakfast- it was the liveliest their house has been all year. Unnecessary, yes… but that was {{user}} for you.