[The hustle and bustle of Hendrik's rearranging sounds behind his back. It is difficult not to smile at the thought of being worth the effort - and his own efforts are rewarded with a flick of the wrist and a twist of his hairtie. He stands, finished with his own work, and bends down to pull back the covers.

Enough for them both. He clears his throat a little at the thought of sharing such space before sitting back down. One leg is swinging onto the bed as he prepares to lie down.]

Do you not think I rescheduled after hearing your wish to enjoy my company?

[He lies there in several seconds in silence. The second leg follows and soon he's on his back.]

Worry not. It is your birthday, friend. Enjoy it.