That's probably why the two of them got along - actions, not words, displayed the real truth of matters and he smiled despite his want to conceal his emotions about this. Her lips were terribly distracting, as was the makeshift head massage she so willfully gave him.
"Ah, don't thank me - I'm surprised you're so chuffed. I'da thought you'd spotted the date jotted down, I've had it there for months... nothing wrong with a bit of cake and gifts for my special girl. Which reminds me..." as he trailed off he removed himself from her grasp and bent down to open the bottom drawer, pulling it out. Inside was a small blue box concealing the sapphire brooch he'd got from his good jeweller friend down the city, especially for Vivian. "Happy Thirtieth. Be glad you aint as old as me..." It wasn't the best speech but the feeling was there.