His own birthday passed unremarked during the Breach and in the shadow of Will’s coma. He hadn’t even had time to tell Neal about the coma, as a matter of fact, before they were swept into the Breach.
But Saturday morning, Malcolm shows up with a cake he requested from John Doe, rich chocolate and blueberry, like the one John asked to sample so many months ago, and a french press full of coffee and knocks on Neal’s door with a game attempt at a smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday!” he gushes when the door opens, and the sincere enthusiasm of that requires no mustering on his part. “Cake for breakfast is a valid birthday choice, right?” He pauses. “Oh. Wait. Do you have company? Am I interrupting?” It hadn’t occurred to him until just now.
March 23rd
But Saturday morning, Malcolm shows up with a cake he requested from John Doe, rich chocolate and blueberry, like the one John asked to sample so many months ago, and a french press full of coffee and knocks on Neal’s door with a game attempt at a smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday!” he gushes when the door opens, and the sincere enthusiasm of that requires no mustering on his part. “Cake for breakfast is a valid birthday choice, right?” He pauses. “Oh. Wait. Do you have company? Am I interrupting?” It hadn’t occurred to him until just now.