Dark blue dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

[talks_to_nisse]

WHO: Sindre and Wilm
WHEN: 28 April 2011
WHERE: Wilm's apartment
WHAT: Using television as an excuse to avoid loneliness

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[oranje_windmill]

He almost wasn't sure he'd heard the first knock, but at the second and third knock he pushed himself back from his seat at the kitchen table. Silent on bare feet, he padded to the front door and opened it.

Somehow, he knew this visitor wasn't going to tackle him to the floor, even if they were suffering over the same thing.

He gave the man on the other side a small smile.

ahahaha no, no he won't get tackled. but isn't that a mental image...

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre glanced away from Wilm's smile, looking past him into the apartment. "Hei," he greeted quietly, before entering Wilm's apartment.

Hesitating in between the living area and the kitchen, Sindre dropped a hand to his bag. He had stopped to pick something up for Wilm, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to him just yet.

Letting his hand fall to his side, Sindre decided to wait. There would be time later.

"How are you?" he asked instead.

[oranje_windmill]

Willem's smile faded a bit when the Norwegian looked away, and he stepped back to let the other man come in. As he closed the door behind them, he studied the other man. Sindre looked tired. Worn. And beaten, which was what worried the Dutchman the most.

He shrugged at question.

"I'm alright," he replied. "Are you hungry yet?"

He didn't insult the other man by repeating the question back.

[talks_to_nisse]

Shaking his head, Sindre set down his bag and crossed to Wilm's couch. "I'm not hungry yet," he replied. "But if you want to eat, I can."

Neither said anything for a moment. Eventually, Sindre asked into the silence, "Is there anything in particular you want to do?"

[talks_to_nisse]

Shaking his head, Sindre took another drink of beer before responding. "What you should feel doesn't really matter. Or, at least, not as much as how you do feel and what you're going to do with it."

Shrugging a bit, he continued. "So you're angry. You can bottle it up until it bursts out, or you can let it out safely away from him, where it has far less of a chance of doing damage."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem turned to look at the other man.

"And how would you suggest I "let it out" then?"

Personally, he preferred the idea of fixing what he could and not dwelling on what he couldn't.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre shrugged again. "Hit something. Swim. Cry yourself to sleep. You're a big boy; I'm sure you can figure out what works for you."

Glancing sidelong at him, Sindre added, "However, if you need help thinking of something, you have alcohol, time, and someone who won't judge how you're feeling, especially since in many ways he's feeling the same." He tipped his bottle. "Though at this rate, we'll probably need food as well."

[oranje_windmill]

The Dutchman raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"I spent the day afterwards drinking tea with Kiku. Then later Kai and I ate trashy Chinese food and cupcake before lighting up. I'd say I'm "letting it out" pretty well."

He stood, and was surprised when the room swayed a little. He counted up the shots he'd had and came up with a number that was probably too many on an empty stomach.

"Food is probably a good idea though. Did you have anything in mind?"