Berwald really did love carpentry. Sometimes he didn't do it in a while, too distracted by work or other people like had happened recently, but he always returned to it and always wondered how he'd ever trifted away to begin with. With wood, there was no need fo cumbersome words or difficult emotions. If one messed up an nearly finished piece it was irritating, of course, but usually that part could be redone and replaced... and he seldom did such basic mistakes anyway.
With the calming effects of the work, Berwald was almost humming, his mind mercifully focused only on the piece of wood he'd just been sawing... and then he turned and found Sindre at the door. Which reminded him of just why he'd been avoiding the man the last few days. Sure, he was feeling better but he still didn't want to talk about... that thing.
Refusing to show any emotions on his face and instead keeping it forcefully neutral, Berwald looked levelly at the Norwegian.
"Hej Sindre," he said, in a tone that come out more clipped than intended. "didn't... expect
"You shouldn't have," Sindre replied. "I didn't tell you I was coming."
Picking up a bit of wood, Sindre started tossing it. "Was getting kind of worried," he said casually. "Hadn't seen you in a while, and then when I tried to get a hold of you, you never answered."
Glancing about at the sign of an extended presence in the basement, Sindre nodded at the room. "Guess your phone doesn't work down here."
At that, Berwald had to look away, unable to lie so blatantly to Sindre and meet his gaze. "I guess," he said, voice clipped. "I've had some... stuff to do. Work, and been here a lot too. Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled uncomfortably.
Sindre shrugged a bit at that. He didn't buy it in the least, but sometimes the lie was better. And he didn't need to hear Berwald admit to avoiding him.
"So long as you're all right," he responded. He jerked his head toward the stairs. "Now come on; let's go."
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With the calming effects of the work, Berwald was almost humming, his mind mercifully focused only on the piece of wood he'd just been sawing... and then he turned and found Sindre at the door. Which reminded him of just why he'd been avoiding the man the last few days. Sure, he was feeling better but he still didn't want to talk about... that thing.
Refusing to show any emotions on his face and instead keeping it forcefully neutral, Berwald looked levelly at the Norwegian.
"Hej Sindre," he said, in a tone that come out more clipped than intended. "didn't... expect
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Picking up a bit of wood, Sindre started tossing it. "Was getting kind of worried," he said casually. "Hadn't seen you in a while, and then when I tried to get a hold of you, you never answered."
Glancing about at the sign of an extended presence in the basement, Sindre nodded at the room. "Guess your phone doesn't work down here."
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"So long as you're all right," he responded. He jerked his head toward the stairs. "Now come on; let's go."
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