There had only been two occasions during which Peter recalled fainting. The first of which involved a bad wire circuit that knocked him unconscious and gave him brain trauma that he still probably did not know about. The second of said occasion was the incident that had caused Berwald to rush to the university in a borrowed car
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; _ ; why u do this~oxenstierna_bMarch 28 2010, 11:23:36 UTC
Berwald was wordless for a moment. With guilt, mostly, over how he hadn't noticed that Peter was in such bad shape. Too distracted with fixing the new house on top of his regular job, he supposed. But then Peter should have old enough to know better himself too, shouldn't he.
He turned towards the middleage woman who was apparently a nurse or a doctor, and asked her for an explanation. She frowned at his clipped tone, but recounted the fainting readily enough, giving out pretty much the same information as in the message Berwald had gotten earlier, only with a little bit more medical slang thrown in. Berwald nodded impatiently, and then moved on to Peter's bedside.
He slumped down on a chair that happened to have been left conveniently next to the infirmary bed, and frowned at the younger man. "Peter," Berwald said, in a tone that was loaded with both his worry and the ire over Peter not looking after himself better.
Because I'm still a baby. ;A;longlivesealandApril 4 2010, 01:11:01 UTC
Oh yes, Peter should have known better. But that certainly did not mean that the boy was capable of taking care of himself. Anyone with a sane mind would know that a diet of energy drink and peppermint gum was not healthy and sufficient to keep anyone running through the day. Somehow Peter managed.
Until now, of course. And Papa did not look happy at all. Granted that Berwald was generally a stoic man whose emotions were difficult to differentiate. But having lived with the Swede, Peter had learned to tell that the slight furrow of blond brows was a sign of trouble.
He hunched his shoulders and glanced at his chapped hands, scarred with years of robot-related injuries.
"It's nothing, Papa," he said in a low voice that made him younger than he was, "I was just tired. I didn't mean to, you know... It was just... the schoolwork..."
He drew his eyes up, apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you worry... Honest!"
>: T...*coddles*oxenstierna_bApril 4 2010, 12:15:28 UTC
Berwald couldn't really stay mad at Peter when he looked and sounded like that, and yet he felt he had to say something.
He put a heavy hand on Peter's shoulder, patting it awkwardly.
"'s ok...but ya need t' sleep an' eat, even babies know that. An' yer getting married too..." he shook his head to underline how it just wasn't ok to worry other people like that, especially if one was about to promise to take care of them. Which was what Berwald firmly believed marriage should be all about, nevermind how his own parents had it.
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He turned towards the middleage woman who was apparently a nurse or a doctor, and asked her for an explanation. She frowned at his clipped tone, but recounted the fainting readily enough, giving out pretty much the same information as in the message Berwald had gotten earlier, only with a little bit more medical slang thrown in. Berwald nodded impatiently, and then moved on to Peter's bedside.
He slumped down on a chair that happened to have been left conveniently next to the infirmary bed, and frowned at the younger man. "Peter," Berwald said, in a tone that was loaded with both his worry and the ire over Peter not looking after himself better.
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Until now, of course. And Papa did not look happy at all. Granted that Berwald was generally a stoic man whose emotions were difficult to differentiate. But having lived with the Swede, Peter had learned to tell that the slight furrow of blond brows was a sign of trouble.
He hunched his shoulders and glanced at his chapped hands, scarred with years of robot-related injuries.
"It's nothing, Papa," he said in a low voice that made him younger than he was, "I was just tired. I didn't mean to, you know... It was just... the schoolwork..."
He drew his eyes up, apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you worry... Honest!"
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He put a heavy hand on Peter's shoulder, patting it awkwardly.
"'s ok...but ya need t' sleep an' eat, even babies know that. An' yer getting married too..." he shook his head to underline how it just wasn't ok to worry other people like that, especially if one was about to promise to take care of them. Which was what Berwald firmly believed marriage should be all about, nevermind how his own parents had it.
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