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I feel like, with everything that's going on, I've lost track of time.

I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.

Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.

But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"

[ Like the song What's my age again? ]

I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.

[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]

...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?

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Maybe I thought about you on your birthday. You don't know. I didn't forget at all.

You don't even know when my birthday is, Nate. Married all this time...

I do too know. And how much time's it been, huh? That's what I'm saying.

[ Shame she can't fold her arms as she's holding the TAB. ]

So then you're not going to snap your fingers and tell me you knew you forgot something if I tell you my birthday was yesterday?

What? We're on an alien planet. How do you even know if it's February?

Oh, look, you got the month right. And I just know, I can feel it in my bones. Bones that are...

[ Trails off to count, ticking off on her fingers. ]

...two years older and two years more brittle?

[He just rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, you're so old and frail. Guess I can't take you out exploring anymore, you might break a hip.

I won't even make it past the first hill without ending up with a heart attack. You'll have to carry me back down.

[ She rolls her eyes back. ]

But no, seriously, when's my birthday?

It's February 2nd. Of course I know your birthday.

Only because I told you.

You didn't, because I had no idea it's supposed to be February. I haven't kept track. We're in space.

Then judging by the space calendar, we'll call it February. Not that I want to be thirty-one...

[ A gasp. Her face falls. It's dramatic. ]

Oh my god, Nathan, I'm thirty-one. How? Why?

Because your parents had sex thirty-one years and nine months ago.

[Such drama.]

I'm thirty-five, you know. I don't feel bad for you.

God, you're so old. What was I thinking?

[ Much wow. ]

And let's not discuss my parents having sex. Not on my birthday. That's rude.

It's not your birthday. Does that mean I can be rude?

What's rude is you missed it.

Are you sure it even counts? I mean, if your last birthday back home was just a few months ago and we've only been here for a little longer than half a year [plus that one missing year] then you haven't actually reached the next birthday.

Nathan Morgan Drake. Don't you dare try to get out of this.

[His expression flickers at the use of his birth name. It's not anger or upset that she used it, but something like discomfort.]

I would never. Guess we'll have to make a night of it.

[ She's not blind. At first she doesn't answer, just looks at him through the feed.

And then quietly, she answers, moments later. ]

...yeah. I guess we will.

[It doesn't fit him anymore. It's not who he is.

But when he smiles at her, it's genuine. No harm done.]

You might wanna save the strip club outing for a girls' night, though. I'm not sure I could show the proper appreciation. I'd be up for a fancy birthday dinner, though.

[ She doesn't buy it, and she'll bring it up later when they're not discussing over a network.

For now the corner of her mouth twitches. ]

It's not just a girl's night out. You're invited. I won't say no to a fancy dinner, though, seeing as it's been a while since we last had a proper date.

I'll wear my birthday suit after.

That's my favorite suit.

[Maybe he'll slip his on, too. Even though it's not his birthday.]

Might be hard to pick a place since we're so new. You think they have space Yelp?

I should hope so. It only comes once a year.

[ As he should. ]

They might, who knows. Or we could just take a stroll and see what we find ourselves. Also, you never declined the invite, so it's settled.

[But she does much more frequently. Ahem.]

You're lucky I'm so secure in my masculinity.

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