“You didn’t have to do this,” Jason says, poking at his sushi.

He can’t remember the last time he celebrated a birthday for himself. It feels pointless. But you decided to come bother him. Jason doesn’t even like sushi, he only told you he did because he knows you do. You’re cute when you’re stuffing your face.

“You can have mine,” he offers. It’s the closest you’ll get to ‘thank you’.