Andrew was getting used to waking up with an Evan in his bed, but usually Evan was asleep and Andrew was halfway across the bed. He definitely wasn't used to a warm body against his or a mouth against his neck. It was disconcerting, to say the least. For once, it was Andrew who felt like his brain wasn't quite ready to begin processing yet. Evan was sort of everywhere. Opening his eyes, Andrew pulled back, needing space to breathe. Why was Evan awake? Was something wrong? It took a few minutes of sleepily blinking and scrubbing a hand over his face before he could connect the words to any sense of reality. Right. Birthday.
"You could've warned me," he grumbled, throat scratchy like it usually wasn't after his run. He tried to clear his throat, propping himself more comfortably against the pillows. "I thought you wouldn't be up for ages. I had plans." That sounded more like his usual voice. His plans hadn't really been very thorough, or made very far in advance. It wasn't like Evan was disrupting some big surprise. Feeling more awake, Andrew smiled. "Hi," he said, belatedly. "Happy birthday."