he says, digging a t-shirt out of the dresser. “Just drop it.”“No big deal?” Evan sounds confused. “Seb, it’s your birthday.”Seb rolls his eyes.“Yeah,” he says, pulling on the t-shirt he found. “And it’s no big deal.”He closes the dresser drawer and turns around. Evan is sitting on the edge of their double bed, still in nothing but his boxers.“So I get a year older,” Seb says, shrugging. “Who cares?”Evan cocks his head.“Well, I kind of do,” he says. “I mean, not that you get a year older. But I wanna celebrate your birthday. How is that weird?”Seb just looks at him.“I don’t generally celebrate my birthday,” he says. “At most, it’s a family thing, and mostly just involves a phone call and maybe a late cake with my parents.”“Why?”Seb glances away, before quirking a slightly bitter smile.“Don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he says, “but I don’t exactly have many friends. And I never did.”Evan looks oddly sad when Seb looks back at him, and he regrets saying anything at all.“Look,”
