James starting shaking his head in embarrassment as the card he’d torn open from his envelop, as he opened it, starting to sing Happy Birthday to him in the voice of his parents with a little message afterwards. “So I made it to 30 without a single grey hair and I haven’t yet reached the stage of balding like the rest of the men in my father so I think I call that a win? Isn’t that really the gift that keeps on giving.” A fake cheer in enthusiasm matched with a thumbs up that’s supposed to joke but could be misinterpreted really.












