Berwald leaned his elbow onto the table, making a short noise of agreement into the phone he was holding. For a moment, a smile hovered on his normally grave face, and then he said farewell to his father and ended the call
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Snapping his cell phone shut, Sindre gazed at it fondly. It had been good to speak with his father and grandfather, even if Astrid had stolen the phone about half-way through to "talk about his young man". His grandfather's health was holding; there had been a few minor scares since the last time he had been to Norway, but nothing too serious.
He slid his phone back in his pocket as he left his room. He'd have to arrange a time during a break to visit his family. Hopefully he could convince Valdi to come along; Valdi'd probably hate him after being attacked by Astrid, but the mental image of her cooing over him was too amusing for Sindre to care. And maybe...maybe Berwald would want to come as well.
He ran into Berwald at the bottom of the stairs, almost literally, wrapped in thought as he was. It took only a glance at his face to realize something was off.
"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out. "Is your father okay?"
"Uh, yeah," Berwald replied sheepishly, a little ashamed how transparent he apparently was. Still, he couldn't resist laying a hand on Sindre's arm. It wasn't nearly as much as he wanted, but he couldn't just... just cling to him, could he?
He shrugged uncomfortable.
"Just... reminded me. That it's been a while since I saw him and... and Peter, too," he explained haltingly.
Nodding, Sindre used Berwald's grip on his arm to tug him in closer. "Have you been able to speak to Peter since he left?" he asked, resting one hand on his hip. He hadn't thought of the boy in a long time. So much else had happened; any idle concern he'd had for him had long since been driven away.
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He slid his phone back in his pocket as he left his room. He'd have to arrange a time during a break to visit his family. Hopefully he could convince Valdi to come along; Valdi'd probably hate him after being attacked by Astrid, but the mental image of her cooing over him was too amusing for Sindre to care. And maybe...maybe Berwald would want to come as well.
He ran into Berwald at the bottom of the stairs, almost literally, wrapped in thought as he was. It took only a glance at his face to realize something was off.
"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out. "Is your father okay?"
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He shrugged uncomfortable.
"Just... reminded me. That it's been a while since I saw him and... and Peter, too," he explained haltingly.
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