Wylan remembers birthdays up until he was eight as exciting, wonderful affairs. His mother would wake him up with a smile and a big birthday breakfast of his favorite foods prepared by their cook. His father would delay going to work so that they could both be there to watch him open presents. He always had more presents than he could ask for and one special one every year from his father. A piano, a new flute, and the year he turned eight the pocket watch that had been in the family for generations. He had still had that pocket watch up until he came here.

After he lost his mother birthdays weren't really celebrated anymore. His father barely acknowledged them and one by one the staff in the house was replaced or had forgotten. Wylan isn't sure he's celebrated at all in the last ten years.

So he's a little surprised to find Jesper waiting for him with breakfast on the table. He knows he probably shouldn't be, it's Jesper, but he'd almost forgotten it wasn't just any other day.

"Oh." he stumbles through his surprise but manages to put a smile on his face as he sits. "Thank you, I didn't expect anything. You didn't have to go through the trouble." He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful, he's just not used to it.