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WHO: Tino and Berwald
WHEN: October 5th, Tuesday morning.
WHERE: Their kitchen
WHAT: We need to talk.
It had been one hell of a night again. For some reason, Tino had found it hard to sleep, and had woken up several times during the night to dreams he couldn't remember anymore but he thought weren't significant since he had forgotten about them so easily.
Thak God I have the evening shift...
Moving to the coffee maker, Tino put down his coffee pack that he had brought downstairs with him. They still didn't have any coffee inside the cupboard, but after Peter had made his great escape, Tino had started to make coffee for himself again. Luckily it hadn't been difficult since Berwald and he had been avoiding each other almost like a plague, both afraid to open their mouths at the other and bitter about the way they had dealed with Peter. Tino still thought the room episode caused all this drama, and Berwald frankly agreed, and therefore avoided the two, ashamed for what he had done.
So, things had been pretty quiet in that large house of their for a while now, and Tino had no idea when it would stop. It was like everything got delayed with them. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Tino briefly thought back to the talk he had received from Sindre a good while ago, and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrasment for the things he'd said before sighing. He had had the time to think about it, and he had felt confirmed that yes, he did have certain... strange feelings towards the Swede that were commonly seen as symptoms of attraction, but he had made no progress in getting himself to tell Berwald this.
It was just... there wasn't enough time for it, it was never the right time for it, he didn't have the guts for it...
Bringing the cup to his lips, Tino closed his eyes, frowning slightly. Some day, he would have to speak with him. About several different things.
WHEN: October 5th, Tuesday morning.
WHERE: Their kitchen
WHAT: We need to talk.
It had been one hell of a night again. For some reason, Tino had found it hard to sleep, and had woken up several times during the night to dreams he couldn't remember anymore but he thought weren't significant since he had forgotten about them so easily.
Thak God I have the evening shift...
Moving to the coffee maker, Tino put down his coffee pack that he had brought downstairs with him. They still didn't have any coffee inside the cupboard, but after Peter had made his great escape, Tino had started to make coffee for himself again. Luckily it hadn't been difficult since Berwald and he had been avoiding each other almost like a plague, both afraid to open their mouths at the other and bitter about the way they had dealed with Peter. Tino still thought the room episode caused all this drama, and Berwald frankly agreed, and therefore avoided the two, ashamed for what he had done.
So, things had been pretty quiet in that large house of their for a while now, and Tino had no idea when it would stop. It was like everything got delayed with them. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Tino briefly thought back to the talk he had received from Sindre a good while ago, and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrasment for the things he'd said before sighing. He had had the time to think about it, and he had felt confirmed that yes, he did have certain... strange feelings towards the Swede that were commonly seen as symptoms of attraction, but he had made no progress in getting himself to tell Berwald this.
It was just... there wasn't enough time for it, it was never the right time for it, he didn't have the guts for it...
Bringing the cup to his lips, Tino closed his eyes, frowning slightly. Some day, he would have to speak with him. About several different things.