Admittedly, Matt is very comfortable. He could easily just drift off to sleep, lulled by Steve's voice and general sense of contentment filling the room. But this is supposed to be a birthday celebration. And he doesn't have to be able to see to know that there's a huge smile on his friend's face right now.
There's a little packet of candles he picked up just for this occasion, and he pulls out just one, handing it over to Steve to put on his cake. Not that Matt couldn't do it, but it'd probably end up crooked and right in the middle of the writing or something.
He hands over the book of matches as well. That, he definitely doesn't need to be playing with. "Really? You actually want me to listen to me sing?" Matt teases. "No complaining about how I destroyed your hearing or ruined your birthday."
It's harder than he expected to provide a rousing rendition of 'Happy Birthday' without ruining it by laughing, especially when he comes to the 'dear Steve' part and really belts it out, but Matt does an admirable job. Of finishing the song, that is. Steve already knew he can't sing to save his life.
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There's a little packet of candles he picked up just for this occasion, and he pulls out just one, handing it over to Steve to put on his cake. Not that Matt couldn't do it, but it'd probably end up crooked and right in the middle of the writing or something.
He hands over the book of matches as well. That, he definitely doesn't need to be playing with. "Really? You actually want me to listen to me sing?" Matt teases. "No complaining about how I destroyed your hearing or ruined your birthday."
It's harder than he expected to provide a rousing rendition of 'Happy Birthday' without ruining it by laughing, especially when he comes to the 'dear Steve' part and really belts it out, but Matt does an admirable job. Of finishing the song, that is. Steve already knew he can't sing to save his life.