[ Maruki remembers it too. Of course he does. Their little huddle outside so he could share a cigarette with Oda, and how very warm it was at the bar...

Nothing can compare to that, Maruki knows. There's a hole that can never be filled, only sidestepped around. It's a clumsy maneuver to be certain, but Maruki has a strong suspicion that Oda doesn't want to spend his birthday reminiscing about the last, and what he's lost... ]

You never complain. That isn't exactly a high bar to clear.

[ A gentle nudge of his foot against Oda's shin, entirely fond. ]

Let's try aiming a little higher. I got you something I think you might enjoy!