Thirium Heart//Reed900

Happy Birthday, Baby Brother (22)

Conan was shaken out of a deep sleep at exactly midnight, November 11th.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, " his family yelled.

"How old are you, kid? Two or three?" Hank questioned.

"Two," he confirmed sleepily. "What's the point of waking me up so early?"

"Just to torment you," Colin answered. "You're our wittlewest bwother and we love you."

"I love you guys too," Conan yawned. "Can I go back to bed now?"

"Not yet, " Connor said. "How are you going to celebrate?"

"I don't know... dinner, maybe? We could go out to dinner as a family."

"I like that idea!" Colton piped up.

"Or we could do lunch or something? Gavin and I talked about hanging out..." Conan yawned again. "I'm not sure. I had a long day and I'm tired."

"Yeah, Kamski and I were brutal. But then again, that glitch fit you had was pretty bad, " Colin said. "Are you sure you want to go out in public?"

"You're right. Maybe I'll cook dinner and invite Gavin over or something. It's tooooooo early to think."

Conan thwumped back into bed.

"No other friends?" Colton asked.

"No one else is supposed to know I'm alive again until that press conference in February."

"Right, right."

"Well, get some sleep, kid." Hank gripped his shoulder lovingly. "We've got a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" The twins echoed before going back into their own rooms.

"Goodnight, " he answered.

" 'Night, Co," Connor said, before rolling back over in his bed.

"Goodnight, " he replied. He gazed at the polaroid next to his bed before powering off again. "Goodnight."

...

Everyone has left for work by the time Conan woke up again. He slipped on a graphic tee and some pajama pants before wandering out into the living room. Connor had left him a weirdly-shaped pancake on the counter, and Hank left a note.

I'm gonna shop and drop the groceries off around oneish

Hbd, kid, I love you
-Dad

Conan didn't have much to do, so he usually cleaned. He discarded the pancake, washed the dishes, and cleaned up some odds and ends around the home.

He was sat on the couch, watching Judge Teresa or Keeping Up With The Warrens or some stupid shitty show after walking Sumo when he heard a knock at the door.

Peaking out the window, he saw Gavin standing there, hands jammed in his pockets with something stuffed down the front of his shirt. Conan opened the door, and his face lit up.

"Hey, darling, " Conan said, hugging him. "Come in."

"Wow..." Gavin eyed him up. "I've never seen you look so casual before." He ran his fingers through Conan's bed head.

"Yeah, well, you've really only seen me completely dressed or completely naked, " Conan replied. Gavin snorted. "Do I look that awful?"

"No, you look great. The bed hair is really cute." Conan blushed.

Gavin whistled, taking in his surroundings.

"Nice place you got here. Hank's been keeping it up, eh?" He looked around the living room and kitchen. "Really nice."