[Action post: Moving, day 2]
As the the sun rose that sunday morning, it found the hall full of cardboard boxes of various size, as well as a few pieces of out of place furniture. Berwald had already driven over some boxes since Sindre and Valdi had made the decision to move in, and they'd already gotten rid of some furniture that had been decided was not worth keeping, but the last part of the move they'd all decided was best done that weekend, when none of them had any other pressing tasks.
Saturday had been spent moving over the things still left at the apartment, and sunday was to be the day of deciding where it all went. Valdi had already picked out a room for himself, whereas Sindre had spent the night in Berwald's. Which Berwald rather hoped would be something they could continue doing. He'd been about to ask, the previous evening after he returned from a shower to wash of the dust and sweat... and found Sindre lying on the bed, curled on top of the covers with a towel wrapped around his hips and sound asleep. So instead he'd just gently manoeuvred the sleeping man under the covers. Sindre woke up halfway, but only enough to mumble something indistinct in Norwegian, and then wrap his arms around Berwald when he joined him in the bed a moment later.
Berwald almost wanted to stay awake longer, to memorize this drowsy sense of contentment, but he couldn't fight sleep long either.
However, the next day, after a slow morning (and better if he didn't think why exactly they'd taken so long to get out of bed again lest Valdi wonder him why his face was all red suddenly, and Sindre's smirk hadn't helped with that at all) and a hearty breakfast... they'd mostly taken care of situating the new things downstairs, mostly kitchenware and some electronics... ans he still hadn't asked where Sindre wanted to live. It shouldn't have been hard, really. Everyone needed their own space, and even if they were together it didn't necessarily mean they needed to share a room, not when there were enough of them to go around and then some. Berwald just had to make sure Sindre knew that was fine but wouldn't think Berwald would mind if... damn it.
The actual words just kept getting tangled up somewhere between his brain and mouth, not a new problem but one that was usually less so with Sindre.
Saturday had been spent moving over the things still left at the apartment, and sunday was to be the day of deciding where it all went. Valdi had already picked out a room for himself, whereas Sindre had spent the night in Berwald's. Which Berwald rather hoped would be something they could continue doing. He'd been about to ask, the previous evening after he returned from a shower to wash of the dust and sweat... and found Sindre lying on the bed, curled on top of the covers with a towel wrapped around his hips and sound asleep. So instead he'd just gently manoeuvred the sleeping man under the covers. Sindre woke up halfway, but only enough to mumble something indistinct in Norwegian, and then wrap his arms around Berwald when he joined him in the bed a moment later.
Berwald almost wanted to stay awake longer, to memorize this drowsy sense of contentment, but he couldn't fight sleep long either.
However, the next day, after a slow morning (and better if he didn't think why exactly they'd taken so long to get out of bed again lest Valdi wonder him why his face was all red suddenly, and Sindre's smirk hadn't helped with that at all) and a hearty breakfast... they'd mostly taken care of situating the new things downstairs, mostly kitchenware and some electronics... ans he still hadn't asked where Sindre wanted to live. It shouldn't have been hard, really. Everyone needed their own space, and even if they were together it didn't necessarily mean they needed to share a room, not when there were enough of them to go around and then some. Berwald just had to make sure Sindre knew that was fine but wouldn't think Berwald would mind if... damn it.
The actual words just kept getting tangled up somewhere between his brain and mouth, not a new problem but one that was usually less so with Sindre.