[Lupin smiles bitterly at the failed filter, memories of the Commander slipping through for a moment. Of course Luke would make mention of it to his sister, even while in this bizarre purgatory. There was a momentary tug at his heart--the Commander's unrequited feelings hadn't gone away either.
He shoves the bitterness aside before he makes the post, not wanting to worry Luke on that day. They were friends, after a fashion. It was only right that he speak up.]
Happy Birthday, Red. Thirty's not a bad year, really. You don't feel any different.
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He shoves the bitterness aside before he makes the post, not wanting to worry Luke on that day. They were friends, after a fashion. It was only right that he speak up.]
Happy Birthday, Red. Thirty's not a bad year, really. You don't feel any different.
What kind of cake do you like?