She glares at him, and he glares back, “What? What have I done this time? What could I have /possibly/ done.”
She simply glares.
“Amber, please enlighten me, because I’m so lost, I would have better luck navigating Wild Space” She chokes out a sob and he scrubs his face with his hands, “What?”
“My birthday…” his face pales and his eyes dart to the calendar, praying that he was wrong.
But he wasn’t, “… Was yesterday.” She nods and he walks over, banging his head against the wall. “Love, I’m /so/ sorry… I didn’t forget-.. per sey..” She wipes at her tears and shrugs, walking back to the window and looking out over Chanceau’s massive grounds, “I honestly didn’t, I swear.” He bangs his head a few more times, “I just-… got preoccupied.”
She sighs and shakes her head, “It’s over, and it was forgotten well, almost forgotten.” She smiles at a bouquet of the pungent lilacs on her desk, “Kurt didn’t forget.”
He groans louder and scrubs his face, “Sith.”