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Who: The Dutchman and the Dane
When: Monday evening late, April 25th
Where: Willem's apartment
What: Down a Dane, the best friend and the kid brother take a moment to vent their frustrations and live life for what it is.
Shortly after the eight o'clock hour he found himself once again standing in front of Willem's doorway, much as he had the first day he met the man several weeks earlier: a large box in front of him, a overstuffed messenger bag slung over his shoulder, weighted down by this and that, the odds and ends that would keep him company for an evening not at home. He figured that the other wouldn't mind him crashing the evening if needed, and given the circumstances as well as the three bottles of cassis akavavit he had on his person neither man would probably be in the shape for goodbyes at the end of the evening.
Nor was he in much humor to return to the Charleston, again with circumstance in consideration. Every inch, every minute detail of the apartment breathed of his older brother and left him filled with an insatiable ache. It had been hard enough the first time Søren moved abroad to adjust to a new lifestyle; here he was doing it once again, only this time he had to play the role of a responsible adult and stay put.
Sometimes responsibility could take one for the home team, as far as he was concerned. Then again, it could just be the lack of pot in his life speaking. He was starting to feel the nicotine hangover from the sheer amount of cigarettes he had smoked in the last week, and doubly so since coming home and the weight of stress had left him tense as a rail. Work had done a decent amount to settle him down as had Valdi, but there was still the ache to fill. There was still a discomfort that things were not right.
And he wasn't sure if Willem could help, but he was the closest thing to a brother he had in the states. Not to mention life hadn't exactly been fair to the Dutchman in all of this either.
With a heavy sigh and a slouch in his posture Kai knocked at the door with the tip of his foot, anxiously awaiting the appearance of the man he was about to barrel down into the floorboards with a tackle of a hug.
When: Monday evening late, April 25th
Where: Willem's apartment
What: Down a Dane, the best friend and the kid brother take a moment to vent their frustrations and live life for what it is.
Shortly after the eight o'clock hour he found himself once again standing in front of Willem's doorway, much as he had the first day he met the man several weeks earlier: a large box in front of him, a overstuffed messenger bag slung over his shoulder, weighted down by this and that, the odds and ends that would keep him company for an evening not at home. He figured that the other wouldn't mind him crashing the evening if needed, and given the circumstances as well as the three bottles of cassis akavavit he had on his person neither man would probably be in the shape for goodbyes at the end of the evening.
Nor was he in much humor to return to the Charleston, again with circumstance in consideration. Every inch, every minute detail of the apartment breathed of his older brother and left him filled with an insatiable ache. It had been hard enough the first time Søren moved abroad to adjust to a new lifestyle; here he was doing it once again, only this time he had to play the role of a responsible adult and stay put.
Sometimes responsibility could take one for the home team, as far as he was concerned. Then again, it could just be the lack of pot in his life speaking. He was starting to feel the nicotine hangover from the sheer amount of cigarettes he had smoked in the last week, and doubly so since coming home and the weight of stress had left him tense as a rail. Work had done a decent amount to settle him down as had Valdi, but there was still the ache to fill. There was still a discomfort that things were not right.
And he wasn't sure if Willem could help, but he was the closest thing to a brother he had in the states. Not to mention life hadn't exactly been fair to the Dutchman in all of this either.
With a heavy sigh and a slouch in his posture Kai knocked at the door with the tip of his foot, anxiously awaiting the appearance of the man he was about to barrel down into the floorboards with a tackle of a hug.