He nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. Finn hadn't had the thought of how parents of more than one kid must feel today, all he could think was that Cormac was never having another party, ever. Not for his second birthday, not his fifth or eleventh or seventeenth of bloody eightieth. He'd partied enough today for the rest of his life, even though he probably wouldn't remember anything from it in the years to come.
"Yeaaaaaaaah."
Finn yawned once more and leaned back, only to have something press against him. Oh, right. The Last Birthday Present. His eyebrows rose, wondering how he'd managed to forget about it, but the chaos his son and his guests had caused answered that question. He tilted his head to look at Joy, a slight grin on his face.
"You know, it's kind of your 'birth' day, too."
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