Reconciliation once more

[oxenstierna_b]

[ooc: Hopefully it's ok I just started it since I didn't hear from you...:'3]
WHO: Berwald and Peter
WHEN: Sunday, October 31st
WHERE: At home
WHAT: Berwald is trying to apologise for locking Peter in his room.

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PAPA. \o\

[longlivesealand]

Peter was running late. He didn't, of course, realize that he was running late until he finally woke up and remembered that he was supposed to be at Papa's house in ten minutes. Now, Liberty was a small place, but even then, it would be impossible for Peter to arrive on time

[oxenstierna_b]

Having to wait more than he'd expected hadn't done anything good for Berwald's state of mind. He'd gotten lost in thought, wondering if Peter had decided he didn't ever want to see him after all, or if something had happened to him on the way...until the ringing of the doorbell started Berwald out of his thoughts violently.

He stood up quickly and marched to the door, but after he'd opened he just stared at Peter, looking him over from head to toe to see if he looked allright, if there was any difference.

Better than when Berwald had seen him, when he'd been pale and scared and had dark circles under his eyes, all because Berwald had shut him in his room without proper care...even now he winced at the memory, and only then realized he'd just been standing there blocking the doorway and staring, probably with one of those expressions Tino had once described as kinda intimidating. Realizing this, Berwald took a quick step back, away from Peter, appalled at how he was already failing at...at whatever he was supposed to do. Be nice. Not

NOOO, PAPA. ;; A ;;

[longlivesealand]

"Thanks" was the only thing Peter could mutter before he was invited into the house. He took off his shoes and put them against the wall before walking into the living room

Papa is weak...

[oxenstierna_b]

By the time the new coffee was ready, Berwald had finally managed to get himself together enough to return to the living room. He set the pot on the table and sat down heavily onto the sofa, still feeling exhausted.

He looked up when Peter spoke, nodding numbly.

"...oh," Berwald said, feeling like he'd once again done something wrong. "That's...good."

Berwald rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. Raivis was a good man. To think Berwald had even kept him away from Peter. He really hadn't been thinking straight.

"Yeah, that there is," Berwald agreed somberly.

He made himself look Peter in the eye, hoping he could communicate some of his regret.

"Peter...'m sorry. Had no right t' lock ya up."