[ Well, he's effectively stopped in his tracks, the surprise flitting across his expression hard to miss as he looks down at her with the same concern from earlier. So it's like that, is it... ]

I guess we're more alike than I thought.

[ Considering that he, too, had forgotten his birthday a few months ago and was only made aware of it when his own companions, no longer present now, had thrown him a small celebration. It's embarrassing to think back on, especially because Dokja had practically bawled over it, but he thinks he can understand a little bit of what Gray's feeling in this moment.

He forces a smile on his face as he returns to the cake, sliding it across the table so it can sit closer to Gray. The candles are very quickly becoming nothing but globs of wax at this point. ]

I'll spare you my singing, and besides your gift, there are no more surprises after this, I promise.

[ They can keep it simple... Quiet. ]