Carson bit the inside of his cheek and shifted his weight. It was on the tip of his tongue to argue that there was no point in celebrating when there was no one to celebrate with. His social circle had always been virtually nonexistent and even back home birthdays had been small affairs, typically either an awkward dinner out with his mother or an equally awkward dinner in where he barred himself in his room and she eventually sobbed herself halfway through his cake. In Darrow he didn't even have her, so what was the point? Without prom he would have likely just gotten himself take out and called it a successful evening.

Instead he'd had prom. And apparently now he had an overly attentive baker.

"Its really not a big deal," he repeated, though there was less resistance to it. He couldn't help but eye the tupperware and the small package speculatively. "I'm not really a very celebratory person most of the time. At least not yet. Give it a few years and the news journal I'll start will have people begging to celebrate me." He attempted a smirk but the expression caught and pinched when the soreness in his cheek flared.

Reaching up to prod at the skin he hesitated before backing up further into the apartment and waved at Eric to follow him in. "I'm not upset with you." He said, then paused and corrected himself. "Actually... that's a lie. Yeah, I am. But my birthday has pretty much nothing to do with that. I'm just pissed that you bailed. Look, I get it. I pushed you into saying you'd go. But you didn't have to lie about wanting to and then bail out." With a frown he shrugged and glanced back at the living room where the television was still playing. "You could have just said no."