You drew that image very well--of a Bodie who has learned that his birthday brings nothing but sorrow and pain, and is better endured than celebrated. Endured alone. Except there's nothing he can do that will keep Doyle out. *g* I like it, too, that Doyle's presence didn't suddenly change the day into a brilliant one for him, but rather made it more endurable, until after midnight and the dawning of a new day (more or less *g*) Thank you!