Happy birthday, Pogue!
It had been generally thought that Caleb's present for Pogue's eighteenth birthday was over the top. Maybe it was? But Caleb could afford it; and he thought it had been just right. For all the residual fear that it might happen again, Pogue without a bike just didn't feel right. And nothing other than what the blond had chosen for himself would do.
That had been three years ago. There had been no further accidents, and plenty enough people were glad about that. Not surprised, because it was Pogue, and while at times he could be a hothead, he also tended to know what he was doing well. Not in the least because he knew that taking care of himself was a very important part of taking care of the rest of them.
This year, as the two years previous, the day came while they were at Harvard. A day of classes, really, with more on the next day, so they couldn't exactly go to the all-out celebration that night... well, not unless it just happened that way. (There would be time together, the two of them or four of them at the very least, though. It was Pogue's day - he would decide how and what.)
That didn't mean that when he woke up, there wouldn't be a packet waiting for him. Not quite ribbon-wrapped, but it would be hard to mistake it for anything other than what it was.
Inside, there was a plush robe. And a watch. And, just because he knew exactly how little Pogue liked dressing up, a pair of cufflinks.
That would probably be good enough to keep him occupied until he got to see Reid in the apartment-common area and encounter his present...
That had been three years ago. There had been no further accidents, and plenty enough people were glad about that. Not surprised, because it was Pogue, and while at times he could be a hothead, he also tended to know what he was doing well. Not in the least because he knew that taking care of himself was a very important part of taking care of the rest of them.
This year, as the two years previous, the day came while they were at Harvard. A day of classes, really, with more on the next day, so they couldn't exactly go to the all-out celebration that night... well, not unless it just happened that way. (There would be time together, the two of them or four of them at the very least, though. It was Pogue's day - he would decide how and what.)
That didn't mean that when he woke up, there wouldn't be a packet waiting for him. Not quite ribbon-wrapped, but it would be hard to mistake it for anything other than what it was.
Inside, there was a plush robe. And a watch. And, just because he knew exactly how little Pogue liked dressing up, a pair of cufflinks.
That would probably be good enough to keep him occupied until he got to see Reid in the apartment-common area and encounter his present...
