[He would wait for someone to make her the swing (because someone must, and he wishes he was capable of having some part in making sure that happened), but he doesn't want to be late, and he doesn't want to be caught venturing near her room or to the swing. Especially not by her, as he was no good for company now.
So he leaves it by her door, roughly an hour after her post to the network: a delicate gold necklace, a series of staggered pearl drops weighing it to dip in the middle, wrapped in a cut of grey silk from the lining of one of his jackets in the hopes no one will steal it before she comes across it. He would leave a note, a happy birthday, but writing is as gone from him as speaking and text. It will have to do.]
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So he leaves it by her door, roughly an hour after her post to the network: a delicate gold necklace, a series of staggered pearl drops weighing it to dip in the middle, wrapped in a cut of grey silk from the lining of one of his jackets in the hopes no one will steal it before she comes across it. He would leave a note, a happy birthday, but writing is as gone from him as speaking and text. It will have to do.]