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The thing about aging was that it didn't happen all at once but it certainly felt that way. One day, you're 30 and you think you may be getting old because you're noticing the beginnings of wrinkles or some grey hairs and the next....
The next it's your 77th birthday and you're starting to feel... well...
Old.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're supposed to be in bed," Roger said, stepping to the base of the stairs and shooing Brian back up them. "You were supposed to stay up there until I told you that it was okay."
Roger's demeanor shifted when he saw Brian's face so he sighed and brought him around to sit at the bar in the kitchen.
The two of them sat side by side, drinking their coffee, while Roger made Brian laugh in the way that only he (and Freddie, really) could. Even on his most melancholy birthdays, Roger always knew just how to make Brian feel more himself.
