[There had been a letter in their post box that morning, along with a few ads for sales and an electricity bill. Berwald frowned down at the slightly scuffed and stamp encrusted envelope. It looked like it had had a long travel, and there was no return address. Shrugging at the mystery, he went to kitchen to get a knife and slice it open, eyes
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"Daydreaming?" he teased, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I must have called your name five--"
He cut himself off as he caught sight of Berwald's expression. "Are you all right..." his voice trailed off as his gaze fell on the folded paper under Berwald's hand. More specifically, the handwriting covering the paper.
He knew that writing.
Sindre felt his stomach drop, the sudden roaring in his ears distracting him from the way his fingers suddenly clenched on Berwald's shoulder. Unbidden, the memory of Berwald telling him about Tino's departure, how their relationship ended due to government interference, nothing more, rose to the forefront of his mind.
"How..." his voice faltered, and he had to swallow hard before trying again. "How is Tino, then?"
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He had though, now he thought about it. Huh. Right now, he mostly felt relief that Tino was doing well, from the sound of things.
Berwald was so lost in figuring his own feelings, he wasn't paying much attention to Sindre's. As such, he just handed over the letter.
"Can read 't if ya like... he sounds to be ok, though," he said absently.
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"Okay enough to come back?" he found himself asking, voice clipped and distant. Before Berwald answered, however, Sindre pushed himself away from the other man. His steps, as clipped and measured as his voice had been, still managed to convey his ire. "That didn't take long. They'd best hope they're correct; wouldn't want send Tino back into danger."
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"But they didn't--" he began to say, instinctively reaching for Sindre, only to have him turn away too quickly. Just as quickly, Berwald got to his feet, laying a hand on Sindre's arm.
"What's wrong?" he asked, dismayed at the turn in Sindre's mood. It wasn't like him to get so irate, let alone so suddenly.
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Returning the declaration, Sindre cupped his hand behind Berwald's neck and tugged him in for a hard, possessive kiss.
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