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Tommy grinned broadly at the thought. It was odd, wondering what he'd like for his birthday considering the circumstances. Had it been that long arleady? Almost a year. "I dunno..." he said slowly, "Never really thought about it...maybe either get a pullup bar installed in the entertainment room, or get a tv for my duplex," he said with a shrug.

Ah...it seemed like the Pegasus and the penguin were doing a bit better. He cautiously bat-walked his way over to them. "You guy's doin' alright?"

When Marshall's emotional outburst peaked, Newt flinched back silently, careful to not say a word. His own birthday had passed but in light of everything going on, he had found it inconsiquential. Beside, his past birthdays in the lab had generally consisted of a red-markered star on his calender followed by a black markered X as he marked off the day. He'd never been big on celebrating, but then again he had never had anyone to celebrate it with. All in all, he didn't see why it was that big a deal. Then again, with all the horror of the place they lived now, those "normal" things were difficult to let go of he supposed.

He murmured a quiet goodbye as Nita headed out, staying shyly to the side even as Gaius awoke. The horse man seemed far better at calming the penguin than the frog was capable- he had trouble enough with his froggish impulses to flee from sudden movements. He cleared his throat with a little croak, inching closer to his dissapointed friend, "If... if... if y-you wan-want us to, I m-mean... it's a par-par-party... isn't it? S-singing, I mean... It's what y-you do." His snout twisted into a crooked, scarred smile.

"I'm okay, it was nothing, really," Gaius assured Tommy as he made his way towards the end of the table, placing a guiding hand on Marshall's shoulder as he went.

Maneuvering the penguin around to the cake, he waved for the others to join in and grinned. "Now what kind of birthday party would this be without a birthday song? Come on guys, let's give him one to remember!"

"I don't want to ruin all of it," he added in a lower tone, speaking to Marshall. Then, brightening up again, he began the first few notes of the classic song.

"Happy Birthday to you..."

Gaius smirked, a bit of drying salsa cracking as his face wrinkled. "Hey, don't want my little problem to interrupt anything. Now, who wants a piece of cake?" he asked, picking up the cutting knife carefully in his grip. Finer dexterous tasks may have been beyond him, but he could still use a knife! Gaius worked on cutting out pieces of cake for the party-goers, saving one for himself.