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[little_troven]

It went very simply.

It was Alec's birthday - he'd just turn ten - so after he'd been dropped off at Andrew's office he walked in and said, "It's my birthday. I want ice cream for dinner. You promised."

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[little_troven]

"Really?" he's intrigued now. "What is it?"

[rianofski]

"Well," Andrew said, gesturing to his office door, "Go in and find out."

When Alec opened the door, he'd find a shiny red bicycle, with a big (lopsided) bow tied around the handlebars. Wrapping it had proven difficult -- Alec might have heard some muttered cursing from the office the night before, if he'd been listening -- so he'd settled for a bow. He didn't think it looked too bad, but he also didn't think Alec would care about how it looked. The bike was really nice.

[little_troven]

Alec doesn't notice the bow.

All he sees is the bike.

The bike is all that there is.

"It's mine? Really? Mine? I can have it?"

[rianofski]

"Of course it's yours. It's your birthday."

He can't help a slight smile crossing his face at Alec's excitement.

[little_troven]

He approaches the bike cautiously, like it's a dream almost. It's one thing to have records and the model making kit. It's another for a bike.

Running his hands over the seat and handle bars he laughs. "It's wonderful!"

[rianofski]

Andrew hides his second smile behind the casual lighting of a cigarette.

"I'm glad you like it. I know you'll take good care of it."

At least, he'd better.

[little_troven]

"I will. I will. I promise." He completely intends to do that.

Then he bounces over and gives Andrew a hug. "Thank you, sir."

[rianofski]

Andrew's vaguely surprised for a moment -- though really, he shouldn't be -- but he recovers well, patting Alec on the head and nodding.

"Happy birthday."