This was definitely not his home, that much was obvious. Tino had woken up in something rather akin to Francis' house - plush, satin... it made the young Finnish male squirm. He wanted his blue sheets, where he curled up in a white Ikea bed next to
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He sucked in a deep breath, looking over at him, next. He touched one of the nation's hands with one of his fragile, human ones, soft in trying to also reassure the other that maybe it'll be okay. He only half-believed that himself, but maybe he was just thinking the wrong way. Maybe everything would blow over. He squeezed Berwald's hand a bit tighter, leaning against his body with his own just a bit.
"I'll always care about you. No matter what this place does to me or to you," Tino murmured in return. If he said "love" it may scare the other off. He wasn't reacting so hot to everything else, but that was because he wasn't his Berwald. Tino wished at that moment he was his Berwald. He wished he knew everything was okay, that ( ... )
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What he hoped was that this place would give them a break. He couldn't pressure the other in helping him relieve any tension that could arise, nor would he want to see the other suffer. If he were to give in, would that make him a cheater? Disloyal? Berwald was still Berwald, but this was... such an extreme possibility. Tino hummed out as he thought, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to think more about such a thing. He couldn't will himself to be with anyone else, so if all else failed, he'd hope that maybe Berwald would help him. After all, the other certainly wouldn't want Tino to be raped or have sex consensually with anyone else.
The more he tried to think calmly about the possibilities that this ( ... )
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