Mama~life has just begun!

[oxenstierna_b]

WHO: Berwald and Sindre
WHEN: October 3nd, Saturday, morning, around 10 am
WHERE: At Berwald's house (once again)
WHAT: When your life falls apart, who do you call to?

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Mama oooohh didn't mean to make you cry

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre slammed the door of his car before he hurried up the walk to Berwald's house. Last time his friend sounded anywhere this bad, Sindre had to pick him up from the side of the road, drunk

I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me

[oxenstierna_b]

That was a good question. Berwald felt distantly embarrassed about the state of the house, but other things were...a worse concern. He stood still for a while, arms hanging uselessly at his side, and then shrugged

He's just a poor boy from a [rich] family

[talks_to_nisse]

Leading Berwald further into the room, Sindre pushed him down onto one of the couches. Sitting down next to him, he rested a hand on Berwald's shoulder. For a moment, he was struck by how young Berwald actually was. His friend was only--twenty-one? Twenty-two? He could do the math later--and yet he was maintaining a house, financially independent, and essentially trying to take care of a son only a few years younger than himself.

It was far more than he had dealt with at the same age. He was impressed with how well Berwald handled it, most of the time. And if it got to him at times, well...it got to anyone.

"Whatever you did," Sindre said quietly, "is fixable, I promise." He swiped his thumb along Berwald's shoulder. "Now breathe. Relax. Then tell me what happened". He paused for the slightest moment, then added a word that he had only ever said when the two were alone, "lillebror".

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

[oxenstierna_b]

There was something about that word. It seemed to fill some empty, needy place in Berwald's psyche, something he usually could simply ignore. Before he'd first heard it directed to him, he hadn't even realized anything was missing (it had been a rather startling discovery, especially when that first time it had been goddamn Søren saying it, in a half joking, half patronizing tone and perhaps, with just a smidgen honesty, but that might have been wistful thinking on Berwald's part)

Right at that moment, with his emotions already streched to breaking point, it hit especially hard, causing a sense of almost physical weakness. It was in fact probably a good thing he was already sitting down, and even so he could barely resist a compulsion to lean into the touch on his shoulder.

As if by complying to Sindre's command, he took a deep breath, and let it out almost as a sigh.

"I...lock'd 'm up, 'n his room." Berwald bit out.