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Porthos hasn't really been paying much attention to the dates on the calendar, other than the fact that it's November and at some point, he's going to get a little older. Now that the baby is going to be here soon, he sort of thinks of it more like he's an adult and he's responsible and every year he's going to get a little bit older at some point in November. It happens.
It's why he's at the shelter the day of, barely remembering that he's got a birthday (and even forgetting that it is his actual birthday). He's just working, keeping his mind occupied, and thinking that when the day comes, maybe he'll experiment with a good red velvet cake or something else like that.
It'll be good. He'll be older, but he's alive and he's married with another partner. There's a baby on the way. No matter what happens, it'll be great.
It's why he's at the shelter the day of, barely remembering that he's got a birthday (and even forgetting that it is his actual birthday). He's just working, keeping his mind occupied, and thinking that when the day comes, maybe he'll experiment with a good red velvet cake or something else like that.
It'll be good. He'll be older, but he's alive and he's married with another partner. There's a baby on the way. No matter what happens, it'll be great.