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Who: Berwald un Raivis
When:  February 6th, evening
Where: The Galante-Kirkland residence in Lakeside
What: 'There must be something you want to tell me.' But dinner is getting cold and who cracks first is anyone's guess.

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[oxenstierna_b]

Berwald, standing outside the door with a houseplant in his arms (he'd noticed when he helped them move they didn't have many of those) had his own worries. He'd just realized he'd still never actually apologized to Raivis for that time during the horrible week when he'd been keeping Peter as a prisoner in his room and he'd stopped Raivis from visiting him. There hadn't really been a good moment to do so during moving, especially because it hadn't felt right to bring up such unpleasant memories on a day like that.

And every time since then he'd just met Peter... was that really a coincidence, or could Raivis be avoiding him, Berwald thought suddenly with some panic.

Except right at that moment the door opened.

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The tall Swede Raivis expected.

The tall Swede clutching a potted plant he had not; yet despite himself, he dropped his gaze from eye level to stare at it.

Alright.

"C-come in, please. It's good to see you again, Sir." A formality that should have and would have been dropped were he not still lost in his own festering frustration. The agitation bled through to his voice.

It sounded less like a welcome and more like a condemnation. The click of the locking mechanism behind them sounded as a death knell.

[oxenstierna_b]

Berwald's shoulders slumped just perceptively. Raivis was clearly still upset with him. He really needed to apologise but... it had been so long already, was it too late? Besides being Peter's husband, Berwald was rather fond of Raivis, it'd be terrible if he couldn't forgive him... not that he'd blame him.

He followed Raivis lost in such thoughts, placing the plant down on a side table Raivis pointed out. Well, at least Peter would be there to... actually, where was he? Berwald looked around, noting suddenly that Peter was nowhere to be seen. Now he thought about, if he was home he would have expected to get one of his usual exuberant greetings already.

"Is Peter... somewhere?" he asked tentatively. Maybe he'd gone to the store or was late from coming back from school or something?

*unintentional Bastard mode activate*

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"Peter is sleeping."

A testy response, one accentuated with a quick swipe of palms against the splattered cloth at his waist. Raivis turned a distracted look to his guest. He gestured toward a closed door, dropping his voice to just barely above a hoarse whisper.

"He's been ill with pneumonia. Didn't he say anything to you about it?"

oh my.

[oxenstierna_b]

Berwald shook his head wordlessly. He could speak for the sudden stab of worry... and guilt, for not being there-- no, Peter was living on his own now. Or rather, he had someone else to look after him. And pneumonia wasn't such a dangerous illness, not these days, as long as one treated it properly. Nevermind that Peter's history of taking care of himself left something to be desired. Raivis was taking care of him, surely.

"Can I see him?" Berwald asked instictively, before he had time to think about it. "Or would th't...not if ya think it'd wake him..." he mumbled.

S-sorry it took so long.

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"No."

Monosyllabic, monotone, and all Raivis appeared to be willing to grant the subject because a moment later he was returning to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder with a polite inquiry as though the moment had not occurred- "Do you have any p-preferences for drinks tonight?"