No. But I don't think you need to thank anyone on your birthday. Otherwise, you'd be too busy to do anything else.

[He lets the silent ripple of laughter flow through him, disturbing the quiet stillness of his body, then letting it settle once more.

The gentle sensation of Paul's hand on his hip makes him sigh softly, both soothed and seeped in the desire for more. Kaworu runs a gentle thumb down the edge of Paul's jawbone, taking in his features, noting the colors in his eyes.]

Of course. You came for me.

[He doesn't remember a lot of what happened on the beach. Maybe because he can't. Maybe because he doesn't want to. But he does remember seeing Paul, abandoning everything for him, begging an uncaring god for him, holding him.

After that, else could he do but stay?]