Room 318, Thursday Morning

[lockestheway]

Happy birthday, the email opened.

Peter squinted at it.

Happy birthday, he read again.

Happy birthday.Was it? His birthday? Happy-- well, anxious and on top of the world and plummeting down to the depths of the earth on a daily basis, yes. Happy, probably not. But it was apparently his birthday, and his parents had pointed him to that fact

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie leaned in through the doorway. The lack of waltzing in was probably a random thing, even though she remembered his Fandom-influenced dickishness from the weekend.

"And how are we this morning?"

[lockestheway]

"Busy," Peter said, looking up. "But hey, what else is new?"

[whenshewasnice]

"About what I was expecting, then." Him not being busy would probably have weirded her out. "Miss out on any important work last week?"

[lockestheway]

"Just the usual," Peter said, running a hand through his hair. "I had to settle the nerves of a couple of angry senators."

[makemyownway]

Cade knew what date it was, which was why he was loitering awkwardly by the door with a small package in his hand.

"Ben made me bring this in," he mumbled.

[lockestheway]

Peter squinted at him from his seat. "...Why is Ben giving me things and why is he asking you to give them to me?"

[makemyownway]

"Because it's your birthday or something," Cade replied with a shrug, tossing the gift onto the bed.

[lockestheway]

"Yes, but why did Ben get me a present?" Peter asked, scowling.

He still didn't trust Ben. Or had, at least, intensely complicated feelings about the guy.