[ ...Is that a yes? He's pretty sure it's a yes. It's so hard to tell, though. She doesn't sound at all thrilled at the idea. And, man, this woman scares him, okay? Not just because she's scary, but because he knows he's supposed to be able to read her without questioning anything, because he's supposed to remember her. But he can't.

He's still chewing anxiously on his thumbnail. Thank god she can't see him. ]

Oh. Nah, don't think you gotta worry about gifts or anything. It's my ballbuster of a boss who's throwing the party, so it's me that oughta be getting her something. What d'you get a total ballbusting hardass who probably hates you for their birthday, though, huh?

[ A laugh at his feeble attempt to be light-hearted... which withers away instantly into silence. He chews on his lower lip. ]

...Um. Does that mean you wanna come, though?