Home Visit [Berwald]

[Timo Väinämöinen]

“I wouldn’t have come round and not brought something!” Timo said happily, blushing faintly at the praise. He looked at Berwald in particular, his thanks more pleasing than his parents for some reason. It was adorable, the way that they were all so similar. He could see so much of Berwald in his parents. And he’d always found Berwald’s politeness cute.

Pleased that he was given permission to enter Berwald’s room, he glanced around. Surprisingly, the bed was the first thing that he noticed, and he bounded forward, reaching over so he could touch the carvings on the headboard. “Ah, it’s so pretty!” He cooed, as impressed as ever with Berwald’s work. “One day, when I can afford to buy one off you, I want you to make a bed for me!” Luckily the thought didn’t linger as he continued to look around, because the thought of sleeping in a bed that Berwald had made would normally make him embarrassingly happy. “I like the new colour. When did you change it?” He asked, happily. Blue and white were his two favourite colours, though he’d always liked yellow too.

Finally he went over to the two tables. The thought that Berwald had started to make his reindeer here made him pleased, for some reason it seemed just a little more intimate. “It’s a really nice room!” He said, cheerfully. “Much nicer than mine, but I don’t have much of a bedroom any more.” Taking one more glance around, he headed over to the door happily. It had been so nice to see Berwald’s room again, but he didn’t want to invade his privacy. Besides, there was still the rest of the house to explore! Even if he did have to wait until after dinner. As long as he got to see what things were like. It wasn’t so much that he was nosy, but that he was interested in seeing what had changed. “Do you think dinner’ll be ready yet? I’m starving!” He said, happily, as he led the way back downstairs.

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Berwald's cheeks tinged a very light pink. People always complimented his talent for woodworking but Timo's praise felt significantly different; it made him happier than he was brave enough to admit. “S'pretty simple... I mean, um–” he faltered and his blush deepened in embarrassment before he continued in a much softer voice, “I... thank you.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and let his gaze drop to the floor. The tall blond made a mental note to himself that he really should learn how to accept compliments better. “Ya... want me ta make a bed fer ya?” he repeated, sounding partly disbelieving and partly pleasantly surprised. The thought of Timo sleeping in a bed Berwald had made himself... well, the very idea was amazing and caused butterflies to explode in the older blond's stomach. “If I said I wanted ta jus' give ya one, would ya let me?” he asked, completely serious. He already knew Timo would say no but there was no harm in asking to be doubly sure, right? “I'd furn'sh yer whole flat fer free if ya'd let me, y'know,” the older man added, a light, almost teasing smile on his face.

“Can't r'memb'r when exactly. Two'r three years ago, I think,” he replied. Berwald liked the off-white color of his room as well but he had liked it better when his walls had been light blue. Blue was his favorite color. He generally liked all shades of blue but the one that looked best to him was a vibrant shade of royal blue. “Wha' do ya mean?” he asked, sounding confused. The older blond didn't want to seem slow but he couldn't quite grasp what 'not much of a bedroom' could specifically signify.

“Prob'bly should be by now,” Berwald mumbled as he followed Timo down the stairs. He easily caught the smell of his mother's cooking as the two of them made their way to the kitchen. “Smells like she's been bakin' somethin',” he commented offhandedly. When they reached the kitchen, the first thing the tall blond noticed was the dining table and how it was set for four people instead of the usual three. He was suddenly reminded of how extremely grateful he felt that Timo was a part of his life again. “Hello, boys! Dinner's just about ready. Come, sit down, sit down!” Atalie said cheerfully, not turning away from a large pot she was slowly stirring the contents of. Emil grinned at both of them before moving towards his wife and setting four empty bowls on the counter adjacent to the stove top. “Thank you!” Atalie said and promptly began to fill the bowls with soup.

Berwald grunted softly, as was his usual way of greeting people, and took a seat at the square dining table. He looked at Timo and wordlessly gestured to the seat closest to his. “Ärtsoppa and inlagd sill as the appetizers, kalops for the main course, and prinsesstårta and Timo's fruit soup for dessert!” Emil announced brightly as he brought the bowls of soup to the table. “We made a lot more than usual since tonight's a special occasion!” Atalie said, walking over with a plate of inlagd sill in her hands. “Ahhh, pickled herring...” Emil said in a dreamy voice as he watched his wife set the plate on the table. “Looks good,” Berwald said, feeling his stomach rumble a little. “Wait 'til you see the potatoes I boiled for the kalops! I've got lingonberry jam to go with it, too,” his mother said proudly, grinning. “Beef stew with potatoes and lingonberry jam...” his father murmured in his dreamy voice again. Atalie laughed but Berwald honestly couldn't blame him for reacting that way. Due to how expensive meat was compared to fish, kalops was a rare treat.

“I'll get the kalops on our plates right after we're done with the soup and herring, okay, everyone? So it's fresh from the pan and everything!” Atalie explained as she set a pitcher of water on the table and took a seat. “Good idea, good idea!” Emil agreed, also taking a seat. “Well, let's dig in, then! Please eat lots, Timo,” Atalie said, smiling happily at their guest.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

Beaming at Berwald, Timo was a little amused by his embarrassment. He didn’t think he should be embarrassed! His work was beautiful, and Timo had always admired it. “No! I wouldn’t let you give me something like that. It’s far too much work to give as nothing.” It was Timo’s turn to blush darkly, hiding his face a little from Berwald. “I’d want to pay you. You’d deserve to be paid! One day I would want to buy one off you, though.” He dodn’t think he ever would be able to buy one though, as much as that disappointed him.

“Oh, um… My flat isn’t very big.” Timo explained. “I mean, it’s just for me anyway, so it’s not like I need a big one, and I don’t have very much stuff. It’s probably just as well, because it’s so expensive. I don’t think I could afford anything bigger. But it’s better than nothing!” He smiled at Berwald to reassure him, realising that what he’d said wasn’t exactly promising. Timo didn’t mind, though. He rather liked his little flat. He wouldn’t mind a bigger one, but all of what he’d said was true, and he was used to it after so long there.

As they reached the kitchen, Timo paused for a moment, looking at the table. The sight of it made his heart skip a beat; the idea of sitting together at a table for a family meal made a lump form in his throat. Of all the things that he missed from his old life, having a family meal was one of the big ones, and he played with his sleeves, thinking about all of the good times he’d had with his family before things happened. Only when Atalie spoke did Timo move, following Berwald and settling into the chair closest to him without even thinking about it. He wanted to stay close! “Oh, that’s wonderful!” Leaning forward, he watched her hungrily. “It smells great too.” He felt a little bad to know that they’d gone all out, since he didn’t think he was really worth a special occasion, but he didn’t really want to mention it.

Patiently, he waited for Berwald’s parents to join them. It was hard – now there was food in front of him he was starving! He managed to wait, though, staring hungrily at his bowl. “Thank you very much!” Timo said, nodding his head to Emil and Atalie, grateful for the food. He’d eat more and better than he had for a long time. Picking up his spoon, he took the first spoonful, blowing on it to cool it, and then sipping from it. “Mmm! It’s delicious!” He praised, quickly driving into it, trying to remember his manners, but for now he was too hungry to concentrate on conversation, and he ate eagerly.

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Berwald had been expecting that kind of response but he was still amused by the dark flush on his friend's cheeks. “I'll give ya a discount, then. Ninety percent off,” he said decisively as he nodded to himself a little. Timo was just so important to him that spending a few extra hours building furniture, without the promise of a full payment, was the very, very least he could do.

“Nh,” Berwald grunted softly and paused for a moment, a little unsure of what to say. “At least it's yer own place. 's good ta be independent,” he said finally. “...I love this house, love livin' with m'fam'ly. But, sometimes... I jus' can't help wonderin' wha' it would be like if... things were... diff'rent,” he mumbled, sounding ashamed of himself.

Berwald tried not to stare but, honestly, resisting was just too difficult when Timo looked that cute. He vaguely thought to himself that if the younger man ate his soup any faster, he might end up spilling some of it on himself. The tall blond was so fixated on watching his friend eat so eagerly that he didn't even realize that he hadn't started on his own bowl yet. He also failed to notice that his parents hadn't started on their bowls either. “Cute,” Berwald commented offhandedly, only to be startled to hear both of his parents uttering the exact same word at the exact same time. Out of shock, he tore his gaze from Timo and turned to his mother and father. They both had blissful smiles on their faces. The tall blond blushed darkly out of embarrassment for all three of them. He avoided Timo's gaze as he meekly took his first spoonful of soup. The ärtsoppa had bits of pork in it so it tasted better than usual.

“I forgot how nice it was to have Timo over,” Atalie said pleasantly as she started on her own bowl of soup. “Same here, same here! Ya should visit us all the time, m'boy!” Emil boomed happily, forking a hefty serving of herring onto his plate. “Oh, yes, definitely! Good company in exchange for good food. Sounds like a fair deal to me! And seeing someone enjoy my cooking so much is really flattering. I like it!” Atalie chirped. “Not very modest t'day, are ya, darlin'? Well, not like I can argue or anythin'!” Emil said before proceeding to gulp down several spoonfuls of soup in rapid succession. “So, Timo, tell us, how have you been? We all missed you so much, especially Ber over here, of course! He still can't stop talking about you! He hasn't been this happy in so long! I'm so glad you two met up again! Oh, you look a little thin to me, dear. Make sure to have at least triple helpings of everything!” Atalie said cheerfully as she put some herring on her plate.

Berwald had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from cutting his mother short. He couldn't fight down the bright blush on his cheeks so he wisely chose to continue not looking Timo in the eye. He let out a pathetic cough – he tried to make it sound dignified, he really did – and awkwardly shoveled some herring onto his plate.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

As far as Timo was concerned, 90% off was still too much. At the very least he’d pay for materials and something for Berwald’s time. But they could argue about it if Timo was ever in the position to pay for something like that. For now, though, he let it drop. And when Berwald spoke about leaving his parents again, Timo smiled at him. It was so cute, the way that he was so worried about leaving them. “You are allowed to think about moving out, you know.” He reassured him. “After all, you can still look after your parents without living with them. And they’ll still love you whatever you do. It won’t affect your relationship.”

Realising that he was being watched, Timo blushed darkly, letting out a little noise of embarrassment. “I’m sorry!” He said, quickly. “It’s just really good! I haven’t had ärtsoppa in a long time, and yours is always really good, Atalie!” He apologised quickly. That and he was hungry, of course, but the soup really was delicious. He slowed down then at least, sipping at what was left while he waited for Berwald and his parents to catch up, although he did eye the herring hungrily, wiggling his toes a little under the table. There was so much good food!

“Oh, um.” He made a faint attempt at replying, but then decided it was better to let Emil and Atalie talk. It was nice to listen to them anyway, and he glanced at Berwald, then smiled affectionately to see a blush on his cheeks. How cute! He wasn’t sure what had caused it. Maybe he’d ask after dinner. He hoped it wasn’t because of his parents; Timo loved how energetic they were. In an attempt to reassure him, under the table he brushed his leg against the older boy’s, and gave him a bright smile, before turning his attention back to his parents. “I think the food’s worth more than the company.” He said, when he was finally given the chance to speak, laughing as he finally reached out for some herring. “You’re such a good cook! I missed eating your cooking.” Timo smiled brightly and glanced at Berwald again before continuing. “I’m sure Berwald’s told you what I’ve told him, but I’ve been well! I have two jobs now, one making toys, and I work in a waiter in a little café too. You’re always welcome to come down and see me if you want!”

Timo paused to start on his herring and catch his breath then, before continuing. “But nothing really exciting has happened. Tell me how you’ve been!” He was pleased to see that they both seemed well – even though Berwald had told him so it was nice to see it with his own eyes. “You’ve both retired now, right? That must be nice!”

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Berwald lightly tilted his head downwards, a thoughtful expression on his face. He knew Timo was right. He knew that moving out and living in a place of his own would not hurt his relationship with his parents. He could see his mother getting upset over the idea but, even then, only initially. She would probably end up being the most excited about it. It was almost too easy to picture her fussing over every tiny detail in order to make sure the whole move went perfectly. Though, honestly, the tall blond not moving out had less to do with how bad his parents might take it and more to do with... fear. The prospect of independence could not outweigh how terrified he was of something awful happening to his mother and father. Berwald knew it was silly of him to be so paranoid and that he didn't have to live with his parents to take care of them but... they were getting older and weaker; he wanted to stay close. He smiled lightly at Timo, trying to convey his gratefulness for his friend's kind reassurance. “Yer right, o'course. I jus'... don't think 'm ready yet, ev'n though I really want ta,” he mumbled.

“No need to apologize, dear! Oh, you're too adorable... And thank you, really. I'm so glad you still enjoy my cooking!” Atalie said cheerfully, obviously more than a little pleased at all the praise.

Berwald was so caught up in wallowing in embarrassment that the gentle brush of Timo's leg against his took him completely by surprise. He was thankful that he didn't do anything stupid out of reflex. The brief contact was enough to make him forget about his embarrassment, however, and he looked up from his plate to see the small blond's cheerful, reassuring smile. He immediately felt much better. “Nonsense! Yer great company ta have 'round, Timo!” Emil countered instantly. Atalie promptly nodded her head fervently in agreement. “My cooking may be good but having you with us is even more special! Really, though, with all the praise you've been giving me, dear... It's impossible for me not to enjoy your company!” she said, laughing merrily.

“He has but it's also nice ta hear it straight from you, m'boy. Ah, yes, def'nitely! We ain't rich but you'll be gettin' extra tip from us fer sure!” Emil said loudly, his tone happy and honest. “Retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be, honestly. It's downright boring sometimes! I really wish I could work again. It'd give me more to do and I'd be able to help Ber earn but, ah, this body isn't what it used to be,” Atalie said with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. “Aw, don't fret 'bout that again, darlin'... S'okay! Right, Ber?” Emil said, turning to his son. Berwald easily caught his mother's gaze and nodded earnestly. She almost immediately broke into a grin, looking both grateful and apologetic. “Anyways, Timo, retirem'nt really is borin'! S'why I help out 'round the woodwork shop whenev'r they're short on hands. Can't really do much, though, since I get tired too fast! But there's still a lot ta teach the oth'r woodwork'rs so I show 'em a thing 'r two sometimes,” Emil said, looking proud.

Atalie giggled at her husband a little before pecking him on the cheek affectionately. “Oh, looks like we're just about done with everything here! I'll go get the kalops!” she announced excitedly, promptly standing up and making her way to the stove. Emil stood up as well and followed his wife, most likely intent on helping with the potatoes. “Y'okay?” Berwald asked Timo in a hushed tone. “Sorry 'bout them,” he muttered, sounding embarrassed. He took the pitcher his mother had set down on the table earlier and poured his friend a glass of water. Since his parents were just plating, they were back at the table in no time. “Dig in, Timo!” Atalie chirped happily as she handed the small blond a plate full of food.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

“You shouldn’t push yourself too hard.” Timo told Emil, sounding a little worried for the older man. “Aren’t there things you can do that don’t tire you out so much? I’m sure Berwald appreciates the help – I know I would! – but that he’d much rather that you were all right.” He smiled at him, affectionate. That proud look was so cute! Berwald was lucky to have such good parents, and Timo was lucky to have met them. He was glad that he’d been able to come back and see them again.

Blinking when Berwald asked if he was all right, Timo then chuckled. “Of course I am! You don’t need to apologise about them. This is really nice. I missed it.” For a moment Timo looked a little sad, missing his family, but he quickly forced it away. He didn’t want to worry Berwald with his troubles when he already had enough to deal with. It wasn’t important anyway. Reaching under the table he squeezed Berwald’s hand, but then blushed faintly as his parents came back in, quickly moving his hand away. Why did it feel like they’d interrupted something? Taking the glass that Berwald had poured for him, he sipped from that instead, but then smiled as the plate was passed to him, taking it. “Thank you! This looks really good as well.” He said, happily, and truthful as ever.

Once everyone was seated down again, he picked up his fork and took a bite. Sure enough, it was just as delicious as the starter had been, and Timo made a happy noise. “I knew it! You’re such good cooks.” He said, easily dealing out praise, wanting Berwald’s parents to know how much he loved it. “You’ll have to give me the recipe for these. Maybe one day I’ll be able to have you all over and cook for you!” He said, happy with that idea. That sounded like it’d be nice, but there was no way he’d be able to do it in the place that he was living right now.

“Berwald took me to the workshop on the way over. He’s improved a lot, hasn’t he?” Timo said, smiling at Berwald rather than his parents as he spoke. “You must be really proud of him! I can’t wait to see how much better he gets in the next five years! If anyone I know says that they need new furniture I’m going to direct them straight to you.” He said, happily, between mouthfuls. “You know, actually, my boss was saying that he might refurbish some of the flats the other day.” And Timo was off, eagerly chatting. “Mind you, he was also talking about giving up on renting properties all together. He said that he wasn’t making any money out of it because he’s too nice to all his tenants! He’s so kind.” Timo smiled happily. “It’s funny, though, no one else seems to believe me when I say it…” He sighed, frowning a little, but then realised that he’d left things on a downer. “You own this place, right? Or are you still renting? What’s your landlord like?”

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

“Yer right about that! I have to get Aleks to tell me when I can come ov’r to help. Drives Ber up the wall! Ya sure know ‘im well, huh, Timo?” Emil said before shooting an apologetic grin at his son. “Timo’s right. Ya shouldn’t push yerself too hard,” Berwald said, frowning a little. “Well, at least it’s only sometimes, right, Ber?” Atalie said in a cheerful tone, obviously trying to get her husband out of being told off. The tall blond just grunted in response. “Don’t worry about me! I may be old but I can do anything I set my mind to!” Emil said, giving Berwald and Timo an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Berwald just barely noticed the look of sadness that briefly crossed his friend’s face. He was in the middle of wondering if he had just imagined it when, suddenly, he felt Timo squeeze his hand under the table. Considering the possibility that he had not just imagined the younger blond’s sad expression, he squeezed back gently, hoping the small gesture could give Timo even just a shred of comfort. Just as his parents returned to the table carrying plates of food, Berwald felt the younger man promptly let go of his hand. He’d been expecting it but he still felt a small pang of disappointment in his chest. He accepted his plate of food from his father and nodded his head gratefully. The kalops smelled amazing. “Oooh, don’t forget thiiis!” Atalie sang as she all but shoved a jar of lingonberry jam and a small spreading knife into her son’s hands. “Potatoes taste so much better with lingonberry jam!” Emil said, looking eager to have the jar next. Berwald resisted the urge to roll his eyes affectionately at his parents. He opened the jar and used the dull knife to scoop out a rather hefty amount of jam for himself before wordlessly offering both items to Timo.

“Oh, that means so much to me, dear! Thank you!” Atalie said, smiling happily at the cheerful blond’s praise as she dug into her meal. “I can’t take much credit! It’s really all the lovely wife’s doin’, m’boy, I just helped,” Emil said rather modestly. Atalie giggled a little, blushing lightly. She didn’t say anything in response but Berwald could tell his parents were holding hands under the table. “Of course! Part of the fun of being a cook is sharing good recipes. Oh, and I’ll look forward to that day, Timo! We’ll make you a great dessert, just like how you made something for us tonight,” Atalie said excitedly.

Berwald, so unlike his mother who enjoyed basking in praise, blushed and struggled not to completely shy away from the unexpected compliment. “Yes, we definitely are,” Atalie said, smiling softly at her son. “He’s got way more artistic vision than me! It’s amazin’. And thank ya, Timo! We’re always happy to have more business!” Emil boomed energetically. “Well, it’s good to hear your landlord’s so kind, dear, but let’s hope he doesn’t stop renting properties! You’ll be out of a place to stay. Then again, you’re always welcome to stay here, Timo!” Atalie said as she mashed her potatoes in an almost childish manner. “Yes, you’re always welcome!” Emil agreed, a wide grin on his face. Berwald felt his heart flutter and, for a moment, actually thought he might pass out from just the idea of Timo living with them. “Yup, we own this place! We used to rent it but, after saving up for so long, our landlord let us buy it off him. He was a pretty weird guy. I don’t think any of us ever got used to him. Oh, and he was really strict with deadlines!” Atalie replied, laughing.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

Lingonberry jam was another luxury that Timo hadn’t had in a long time, and his eyes lit up as the jar was passed around. He waited paitently, though, watching Berwald as he served himself, then taking it and the knife from him, enjoying the soft brush of fingers as he did so. It seemed funny to think he’d been so scared of touching Berwald when he was younger! “Thanks, Ber.” He said, before happily helping himself, resisting the urge to dig straight in by making himself scrape off the knife, put the lid on the jar, and then carefully balance the knife on top of it so that it wouldn’t make a mess.

Glancing a little guiltily away when Atalie took up his offer so readily, Timo realised he shouldn’t have said anything until he had a place where he could have them over, not to mention enough money to pay for a meal for all of them. Still… hopefully Atalie and Emil would be polite enough not to bring it up until Timo offered it formally, and until then he’d just end up feeling guilty each time he came over to stay with Berwald. However, the promise of the recipes was appreciated, so he nodded anyway. “I have a notebook in my bag, so I could take the recipes later, if that’s all right?” He asked.

The thought of coming to live with Berwald made Timo’s heart skip a beat, and for a moment he was actually lost for words. Realising that he had briefly actually wanted to be kicked out, just so that he could come and live with Berwald and… well, feel like he had a family again, let alone not have to worry about paying rent, he chewed on his lip, feeling awful. Berwald didn’t need the pressure of another person living here. It was bad enough that he already had to have a second job which was taking him away from his beloved carpentry. Timo would never be able to live with himself if he put Berwald in the position that he himself was in at the moment. “Ah, that’s very kind.” He said, with a little chuckle, trying to pass it off. “But I’m sure I’d be able to find something! I’ve always been lucky like that!”

It was funny how easy it was to feel like a teenager again sitting here at Berwald’s table with his family. It was so easy to believe that he’d be going home to his father after dinner, when in reality he had to make sure he left by ten to get back to a shift at work. How nice it would be to be able to go back to that carefree existence! Speaking of which… “Ber, did our old school ever get to redo the playing field like they were talking about?” He asked, eagerly. “I wonder if they’d let me go back and see what things are like there?”

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

“Of course, dear! I’ve got all my recipes written down on paper cards. They’re tucked away in a little basket over there,” Atalie said, gesturing vaguely towards the kitchen. “You’re welcome to copy any of them down. You can even borrow some of them if you like. I’ve got them all memorized anyway,” she added brightly.

Since he was almost constantly attentive to the younger man, Berwald was able to catch the look of uncertainty and guilt that flashed across Timo’s face. He honestly had no idea what had just brought on such a reaction. Was he offended that his parents thought he might need their help? No… Timo did not think that way. Then what was wrong? Unsure of how else to go about the situation, Berwald reached over, laid a hand on the younger blond’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He let go almost right away but flashed his friend a warm, tiny smile. Atalie discreetly watched the display, a small grin on her face and a knowing look in her eyes.

“That’s good ta hear,” Emil said as he nodded approvingly at how determined Timo seemed to be about staying independent. “But nev’r, ev’r hesitate ta come here if you really have ta. Our door is always open fer you,” he continued, grinning. Berwald felt exactly the same. He respected that Timo wanted to handle things himself but he also had absolutely no problem with the younger blond coming over to live in their house for a while. Heck, he wouldn’t have minded if he came over to stay forever. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that Timo would be a much, much better housemate than the last person who had come to stay a while… He briefly entertained the idea of the small blond actually meeting the most insufferable individual he regularly interacted with. The tall blond found it rather unsettling that it was so easy to picture the two of them getting along. He then hurriedly forced himself to take his mind off the infuriating woodcutter; he could already feel his mood beginning to sour.

“Hn, they did, actually… Took ‘em a lot long’r than they origin’lly planned, though. Graduated not too long aft’r they finally got ‘round ta finishin’ it,” Berwald replied. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, dear! Oh, do take Ber with you if you plan to visit your old school. He hasn’t been there since his graduation, I think?” Atalie said, turning to her son for confirmation. The tall blond nodded. “Well, that’s one way ta feel like little kids all ov’r again!” Emil joked good-naturedly.

“Oooh, is it time for dessert?” Atalie asked excitedly. “Darlin’, yer plate’s the only empty one,” Emil informed her, an amused smile on his face. “Aw, you’re right…” she said disappointedly as she surveyed her tablemates’ plates. “Well, you guys look almost finished so I’ll go and get dessert now anyway!” she said happily, standing up to leave the room. “Wait up!” Emil called, taking a few more rushed bites of his food before leaving his plate altogether so he could help his wife. “Enjoyin’ yer dinn’r?” Berwald asked Timo as he poured the small blond another glass of water.

After about two or three minutes, Emil and Atalie came back with dessert: princess cake and the fruit soup Timo had brought with him. “Yayyy, time for dessert!” Atalie cheered enthusiastically as she placed the cake and some dessert plates on the table. “Wow, someone’s excited,” Emil said, laughing heartily before setting the fruit soup and a few small bowls on the table.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

Timo decided that he’d have a look at those after dinner, and quickly copy down any that looked good. Hopefully Berwald wouldn’t mind the distraction! He’d be sure not to take too long, anyway. Surprised when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, Timo looked at him a little surprised. He was almost used to reaching out for Berwald now, but the taller man wasn’t normally as affectionate as him. He gave him a smile, not sure what had caused it either, but enjoying Berwald’s smile. It was always nice to see that.

“What do you think, Ber? Do you want to come with me to have a look?” Timo asked, chuckling. It would be weird to go back there after so long, but curiosity killed the cat, and Timo was a nosy little bugger, even if he probably would end up wishing that he’d never had to leave. “It really will make me feel young.” He laughed at Emil’s comment. “That’s not a bad thing, though! I have good memories of that place.” Mainly of Berwald, but he did have some from before he’d met the older boy as well. Maybe he should try and chase up everyone else that he knew from there, but by the time that he’d left Berwald had really been the only friend that he had that had been special to him, even though he was friendly with most of the school. Certainly Berwald was the only one who had attempted to keep in touch with him for any length of time.

Laughing at Atalie’s enthusiasm, Timo quickly cleaned up what was left on his plate, although he was starting to feel full now. It had been so long since he’d had so much good food available to him! He smiled when Emil chased after her, watching them, finding their relationship sweet. He hadn’t really noticed it so much as a child, but now it seemed so obvious how much they adored each other, and he was glad for them, if a little jealous. Maybe one day he’d find someone to love and treasure that much. “I am. Are you?” With his attention drawn back to Berwald, he smiled at him fondly.

Perking as the cake was brought in, Timo eyed it. He probably shouldn’t try and eat any more, but the sweet treat was alluring and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold back. “Ah, let me clear the table for you.” He said, quickly when Berwald had finished, jumping up to take their dinner plates out, and then clear the dishes from the main course as well. He’d helped out plenty of times when he’d been round before, and it didn’t seem strange to take charge over it. He was planning to offer to do the washing up as well. It was only fair that he helped with the work, after all! When every thing was clear, he took his place again, feeling a lot better now that he’d been able to help.

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Despite the initial look of confusion on his friend’s face, Berwald was deeply relieved to see his small smile returned. There was no denying that his actions had been sudden, thus resulting in the younger blond’s confusion, but as long as Timo was smiling brightly like that, hardly anything else mattered.

“’kay. Sounds like it’d be fun,” Berwald said. He thought that reminiscing about old times with the small blond was sure to be enjoyable but he wasn’t sure about how fun it'd be to run into one of his old teachers. The only kind of exchange he could picture having with anyone from his old school – aside from Timo, of course – was the awkward kind. But if Timo wanted to go, he was sure to follow. Even though he usually tried to avoid difficult social situations, he knew that he’d be fine as long as he was with Timo. He really disliked being such a burden on the other blond, though. He decided to find a way to make it up to him somehow. Berwald’s mind then drifted back to his old teachers and he vaguely wondered if he’d end up unintentionally scaring them more now. Even as a young teenager, he’d been scary but he clearly remembered the day he’d gone to school after having a rather exponential growth spurt. His teachers and classmates had looked at him with more fright than usual. He was even taller now and surely more built due to the nature of his delivery job. He simply figured Timo could balance that out as well. Everything about the small blond’s appearance was friendly and inviting. There were still times that the older blond just had to wonder why someone like Timo enjoyed being friends with someone like him.

Berwald grunted affirmatively, feeling his insides melt a little at the sight of Timo’s fond smile. He was glad the younger man was enjoying his time here. He’d been feeling a little guilty ever since he’d picked Timo up earlier because he knew that he was stealing away his friend’s precious time, time that could’ve been spent resting. He was aware that the small blond had happily agreed to coming over today but Berwald just couldn’t help worrying. It wouldn’t have been unlike Timo to disregard sleep in order to spend time with him and his parents. The younger blond really was too sweet for his own good.

“Oh, my, still so helpful!” Atalie said, smiling at Timo, obviously very pleased with the young man’s politeness. Berwald was about to get up as well to help his friend but Atalie shot him a stern look, not uttering a word but clearly communicating that she didn’t want her son going anywhere. He glanced at Timo, who was moving away from the table with his hands full of plates, and turned back to his mother with a pleading look. She sighed softly and shrugged, a crooked smile beginning to curl her lips. The tall blond took this as permission to actually help around the kitchen for once. (He’d been disallowed from doing kitchen-related chores ever since he took on a second job.) The small blond had taken away most of the plates already so Berwald hurried to snatch up what was left on the dining table.

When everyone was finally settled again, Atalie began cutting the cake into equal slices. She insisted on properly cutting the entire thing before serving any of it. Emil helped himself to some of the fruit soup as she worked. When the cake was all divided and ready to be put on their plates, Atalie picked the largest slice and placed it on Timo’s plate. “Enjoy, dear! It’s not every day that I bake something like this!” she said, laughing.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

Timo smiled happily when Berwald moved to help him. It felt… well, domestic. He’d still rather Berwald rested, though. He’d probably been working hard during the day, and Timo didn’t want him to overwork himself. He took the plates out of Berwald’s hands once he’d put his own load down so he could stack them, but not without brushing his hands over Berwald’s bigger one’s affectionately. “Thank you. Go sit down again, I’ll be back in a moment.” He told him, nudging him back into the dining room. As he turned away, though, he actually frowned faintly. He’d wanted to kiss Berwald’s kiss, his body had been telling him to, but, well, that seemed just a little too far.

Watching Atalie as she cut the cake, Timo hummed. It looked so good, but he’d already eaten so much! Maybe he’d just eat a little and then take the rest of it home. He could have it for breakfast tomorrow! That sounded good to him. Hopefully Atalie and Emil wouldn’t be too offended, but when she passed the biggest slice to him, Timo knew that there was no way he’d be able to eat it all. Still, he picked up his fork and took a bite, toes curling with pleasure at the taste. “So good!” He groaned happily. His brain was trying to tell him to eat the whole thing, but his stomach was telling him that he’d regret it. He took another bite, but then made a noise and put his fork down.

“I’m really sorry, and this really is delicious, but I’ve already eaten so much!” He said, blushing and squirming a little, embarrassed that he couldn’t finish what was on his plate. He’d always been told to make sure that he ate everything that he was given! “Um, but if it’s all right, I’ll take it home to have later?” He asked, squirming a little. He felt so bad about having to do this, but he really couldn’t face eating anything else. “I can wrap it up, it’ll be all right to get home like that, right?”

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Berwald felt his cheeks color lightly. He was too surprised to say anything coherent, let alone insist on helping, so he grunted softly in reply and made his way back to the table. The places on his hands where Timo’s softer ones had brushed against still tingled pleasantly. He was definitely spoiled. He didn’t know what he did to deserve such a sweet, affectionate friend – one who touched him without fear in his eyes – but he was so very grateful. He felt a little silly for being so elated at something so simple, though. It wasn’t like he was completely starved of affection or anything, for both his parents were quite loving, especially his mother. He figured that it was simply Timo himself. The small blond just… affected him in a way no one else could.

He sat back down on his spot and eyed the desserts on the table rather eagerly. It’d been a while since his mother had last baked a cake and getting to eat something Timo made himself would definitely be a treat. Despite how much he’d eaten already, he still wasn’t full enough to skip out on dessert. Lifting heavy boxes all day really did work up an appetite and he already had a rather big one to start with. Besides, Berwald really wasn’t the type to pass up dessert. He didn’t look it at all but he had a strong fondness for sweet things. (He’d probably gotten the trait from his mother, who also had a large sweet tooth.) His father often chided him for it, mostly during breakfast because he took his coffee black with at least six teaspoonfuls of sugar.

“Aw, full already, dear? That’s alright! You can take home as much of the cake as you want. In fact, why don’t you just keep the whole thing? I baked it specially for you after all! Well, I’m sure Ber and Emil still want a slice each and I’d like one, too, but take the rest of it back with you, okay? I’ll put it in a container for you later,” Atalie said cheerfully. “Lovely idea, darlin’! In return, Timo, we’ll keep the rest of this fruit soup, which is v’ry delicious by the way!” Emil praised enthusiastically. Berwald grunted in agreement to his mother’s suggestion, nodding a little. As much as he loved his mother’s princess cake, he was more in favor of Timo having the rest of it. He’d still get a slice anyway. Oh, and then there was the fruit soup as well! At that thought, the tall blond scooped some of the dessert into his bowl and dug into it right away. “S’good,” he mumbled, humming happily before taking another bite. Atalie plated three more slices of cake – for herself, her husband and her son – before placing some of the fruit soup into her own bowl and trying it as well. “Mm, a very fair trade! This is lovely, Timo!” she said, smiling.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

Timo was relieved to find that Atalie didn’t seem offended, and he relaxed, sitting back in his chair. Blushing at the offer, he quickly waved his hands. “Really, it’s all right!” He didn’t want to deprive Berwald and his family of the delicious cake, though he was more than happy to leave them with the rest of the soup. As long as he got his slice he’d be happy, although a more sensible part of his brain pointed out that the rest of the cake would give him a treat for the next few days, something he hadn’t had in years. Even so! He’d rather that Berwald got the treat instead of him. Even if there’d be the soup for him as well, because Berwald deserved them more than Timo did.

Luckily, he was distracted when Berwald helped himself to some of the soup and he couldn’t help but watch, waiting to see whether he liked it or not. Smiling happily when he did, he finally looked away, sighing as Atalie cut slices of the cake to set aside. Well, there was only so many times he could politely decline something, and it would feed him for a couple of days at least. “I’m glad you like it! I had to have a look online for a recipe at the library because I lost my mother’s one long ago.” He admitted, with a little chuckle. “But it seemed to work all right, even if it’s not as good as hers.” Really, though, who could ever claim to cook as well as their mother?

While he waited for everyone else to finish, Timo kicked his feet lazily, trying to hold back a yawn out of politeness. Now he was full, he was feeling sleepy, but he’d push it back. He didn’t start at work until midnight, so he could spend another hour or two here, then head home for an hours nap if he timed things right. “Let me do the washing up for you, Atalie.” He said, smiling at her. Even if it’d cut into his time with Berwald, he wanted to help after all the trouble they’d gone to making such a delicious meal.

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

“Oh, no, dear! We insist, really. Please take the rest back with you. It’d make a lovely treat for the next few days, I’m sure. And, besides, you definitely deserve it! You agree with me, right, Ber?” Atalie said brightly, turning to smile at her son. The tall blond nodded fervently. He hadn’t even tasted the cake yet but he was completely sure it was nothing short of amazing. His mother was an excellent cook and baking was one of her strongest points. When it came to desserts for special occasions, she didn’t do things halfway. She had probably gotten the very best ingredients and put a lot of extra effort into making the cake absolutely perfect. If there was anyone who deserved such a wonderful treat, it was surely Timo.

“Aw, I know what that feels like, dear. I lost a lot of my mother’s recipes as well. She was a better cook than I could ever hope to be,” Atalie said, a soft smile curling her lips. Berwald felt a familiar sense of curiosity well up inside him at the mention of his grandmother. After all, he’d never known any of his grandparents, maternal or paternal.

“I’m afraid I’ve got to say no to that as well, dear! You’re the guest of honor!” Atalie said cheerfully. “An’ guests of honor don’t do the washin’ up!” Emil finished, grinning. “That’s right! It was already so kind of you to clear up the table earlier. Please let me and Emil take care of the rest. You can help out by staying with Berwald! He’s never told me himself, of course, but I can tell he misses you all the time,” Atalie said, her last sentence coming out in a faux whisper that everyone could still hear clearly. “Moth’r,” Berwald grumbled, a slight whine in his tone and a blush already coloring his cheeks. Emil laughed and Atalie winked playfully at her son. “Oh, you’re too fun to tease, sweetheart!” she said, grinning. She hadn’t been lying, though. Whether Timo took it as a joke or not, she had no doubt that her son missed the young man every day they weren’t together, even if Berwald himself wasn’t entirely aware of it.

The bespectacled blond finished off his share of fruit soup with another happy hum. He had to resist the urge to help himself to a second bowl. He’d have been very full by the end of an extra helping and he still wanted to eat a slice of his mother’s cake. He considered saving his slice for tomorrow but decided he was a bit too eager to wait that long. They’d get to keep the younger blond’s fruit soup anyway. That was certainly something to look forward to for the next few days. Berwald started on his slice of princess cake, noticing that his father had just finished all his dessert. He was unsurprised, though. His father had a tendency to wolf down his food. He’d always sort of admired him for being able to do so with impeccable manners. “I’ll get started on those dishes, then!” Emil said happily, standing up and taking his dishes away. “I’ll follow in a bit, darling!” Atalie called.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

“I can’t believe that! You’re too god for anyone to be better than you.” Timo said, smiling at Atalie. “But I guess everyone thinks their mother is the best cook in the world.” He knew he thought that his mum was the best – closely followed by Atalie, of course. He did see the way that Berwald was looking at his mother though, and he wondered whether Berwald had ever met his grandparents or not. Timo couldn’t remember his grandmother, or either of his father’s parents, but just thinking about his grandfather made him smile fondly. He missed him.

Frowning a little at being told he couldn’t help, Timo pouted faintly at Atalie. He wanted to help! “I don’t mind! You’ve done all the cooking!” He quickly pointed out, wiggling his toes and looking for Berwald for support. Perhaps that was a bad idea; Timo hadn’t realised that the teasing had made Berwald blush quite so much. Maybe Atalie wasn’t teasing quite as much as he made out. He reached out and touched Berwald’s arm reassuringly. He missed him all the time as well. He’d have to make it up another time, though. He felt bad about letting them do even more work after all the time that they must have spent cooking!

Timo was at least happy that Berwald helped himself to some of the cake. He’d cut off another slice so there’d be one for him tomorrow as well. That seemed fair to him. He was a little surprised that Emil had finished his dessert all ready, but he couldn’t blame him. It was so good; if he’d had space he would have wolfed it down too! Pouting a little when he stood to do the washing, Timo considered offering again, but then looked at Berwald and fell quiet. Maybe he’d leave it, this once.

Unable to hold back a yawn this time, he at least hid it behind his hand. He was so warm and full! Timo glanced at Berwald happily, waiting patiently for him to finish. He leant in just a little, for a moment imagining what it would be like to rest his head on his shoulder and sleep, but he held back. Berwald probably wouldn’t like it, and it would be embarrassing in front of Atalie. Maybe once he’d finished they’d go and curl up on the sofa and he could rest there.

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

“Oh, you’re too sweet, dear… That’s very true, though, isn’t it? I try to emulate my mother’s cooking as best as I can but… I know it’ll never really be the same. Oh, I wish you could’ve met her, Ber. You, too, Timo! Berwald is a lot like her. I think he inherited her… uh, quiet intensity!” Atalie said brightly. “Yeah, she was a damn scary lady, wasn’t she?” Emil said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Emil,” Atalie said sharply, shooting her husband a withering look. “Jus’ kidding, darlin’!” he replied quickly, laughing and holding his hands up defensively. She merely huffed softly in response, shaking her head a little before smiling lightly.

Atalie laughed a little at the expression on Timo’s face. “Pouting won’t get you anywhere, dear! No matter how cute you look!” she said playfully. Berwald couldn’t help inwardly agreeing – with the cute part at least. He could still feel the heat in his cheeks from his mother’s teasing but the small blond’s pout was so adorable that he was quickly forgetting about his embarrassment altogether. How was it even possible for his mother to say no to that face? “And don’t worry about all that, really. It’s the least we can do,” Atalie said, glancing at her son briefly before looking back to Timo with a bright smile on her face. Berwald was a little surprised to feel the younger man’s hand on his arm but he understood it to be a comforting gesture and immediately felt better about his mother’s earlier banter. She actually teased him rather often about Timo so it shouldn’t have bothered him this much… but, really, it was another matter entirely when the small blond was around as well!

Atalie kept her eyes on the doorway Emil had just exited through as she continued to eat her dessert. “Ahhh, I want to finish even more quickly now,” she said, sounding amused at herself despite how uneasy she felt about her husband starting on the kitchen work without her. “Well, I’m nearly done anyway,” she said before taking a rather sizable bite of cake. Berwald fought the urge to affectionately roll his eyes. His parents just couldn’t be separated for very long. They both wanted to be in each other’s presence almost constantly. He had to wonder how they had managed being apart all the time back when they were both still working.

“Aw, tired? Being really full makes me feel sleepy, too! Would you like some coffee to perk you up?” Atalie offered pleasantly. She had just finished her dessert and seemed eager for more to do in the kitchen. “How about you, Ber? Coffee?” she asked, though she already knew he was going to say yes. “’kay,” the tall blond mumbled before going back to eating his slice of cake in small bites. He tried to eat faster than usual, feeling bad for making Timo wait, but he just couldn’t help it much; he’d always been a slow eater. He was able to pick his pace up a bit, though, due to his concern for the younger blond. His friend’s yawn had led him to suspect that he might be more tired than he let on. Berwald just wanted to finish his dessert quickly so that they could go rest on the sofa. After about a minute or two, he had finally finished, feeling very full indeed.

[Timo Väinämöinen]

“I’d have loved to have meet her!” Timo said, smiling brightly. He giggled at Emil’s comment, glancing at the blonde beside him. Well, that at least explained how Berwald was so different to his friendly parents! Timo couldn’t deny that Berwald was a little scary to look at, but of course he knew that he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Still, ‘quiet intensity’ was a good way to describe him, and Timo would have loved to meet someone who was like his friend. “I wish you could have met my mother as well. Everyone used to say that I was exactly like her, especially my grandfather!” He laughed happily, remembering that. He knew it was true, though, and you didn’t have to meet her to see it. In the few photos that he had you could see that he was almost her double. “I think you would have liked her, Atalie.” He added, just a little wistfully. He knew his mother would have liked Berwald and his parents, and he was sad they’d never been able to meet.

Watching the way that Atalie watched Emil, Timo smiled fondly. They were adorable! He was glad to see how in love they were, and just a little jealous. How nice it would be to have someone that close! Still, he had Berwald, and that was almost as good, and Timo’s eyes shifted to watch him finish up, the fond smile staying in place. Perhaps it was different to having a partner, but Timo was lucky to have someone that he could completely and utterly trust. In fact, Timo realised, he’d probably chose Berwald over blind love. He’d rather have someone that he knew would be there for him than someone that he was besotted with. Then again, Timo had never been in love, so how could he know? He wasn’t even one to really worry about sex and relationships. He had always thought that love would happen when he found the right person.

Nodding in reply to Atalie, Timo blushed a little. “Coffee would be great, thank you.” Coffee was the one thing that he would very rarely refuse. It was also the one thing that he almost always had in his cupboard. There had been plenty of days where he’d survived on strong back coffee rather than sleep or food, and it was a mark of when he really didn’t have any money when there wasn’t any coffee in his house. He smiled at Berwald when he finished, but just moved in a little closer. Sitting still for a little bit would help Berwald to digest! “Thank you for the delicious dinner, Atalie.” Timo said, as he waited. “You made so much food! I feel like I don’t need to eat for a week! It was nice to be able to join in on a family dinner as well.” He added, turning his smile to Berwald affectionately. “Thanks for inviting me, Ber.”

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Unconsciously, Berwald stiffened up the slightest bit. He was a little shocked to realize that he still wasn’t sure how to react to Timo bringing up his mother and grandfather, even if it was in such a lighthearted manner. The younger man had actually mentioned his mother not too long ago but that had just been in passing. Timo was directly talking about her now and Berwald inwardly felt quite awkward. Despite his uncertainty, however, he couldn’t help the way his heart practically melted at how the small blond talked about them so fondly. He truly would have loved to meet people his friend cared about so much. “Oh, if she had been anything like you, dear, I’m sure the two of us would’ve gotten along swimmingly,” Atalie said, smiling gently. “Hm, on a related note, it would’ve been nice if I’d gott’n on more with yer dad, Timo. I remember him bein’ pretty, uh, distant… But I do regret not tryin’ hard’r ta be real friends with ‘im, ya know? How’s he been doin’ anyways?” Emil asked, looking at Timo curiously. The tall blond internally panicked at his father’s question. He immediately recalled how uneasy the younger man had become when he asked about his father on the day they’d first seen each other since being separated for years. He glanced at Timo, his usual neutral expression belying how nervous and worried he actually was. If you really looked at him, though, you would probably see that his distress was more apparent in his eyes.

“Oooh, are you a big fan of coffee, dear? Ber sure is! Though I seriously think he drinks far too much of it,” Atalie said, her tone not disapproving, though it was obvious she was trying to drop her son a hint. “S’not tha’ much,” the bespectacled blond quickly countered in a flat tone. “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” she replied, rolling her eyes and laughing lightly. “Anyway, this is my chance to use our nice coffee beans. Guests of honor deserve better than the instant stuff!” she chirped brightly. Berwald perked a little to hear that. Getting to drink really good coffee was definitely a special treat, and as the tall blond turned to look at Timo, he certainly couldn’t deny that tonight warranted the best coffee they could serve.

“Oh, you’re too kind, Timo. I’m so glad you enjoyed dinner. Having you here is always such a pleasure. Emil and I really missed you,” Atalie said, beaming at the small blond. “Yer always welcome here, Timo. Invited ‘r not,” Berwald said sincerely. “I feel exactly the same! Never hesitate to just drop by, okay? We’ll always be more than happy to have you here,” Atalie said cheerfully. “Oh, I should really go and help Emil out in the kitchen now! Why don’t you two head over to the living room? I’ll have the coffee ready in a bit,” she said as she started clearing up what was left on the table. “Go on, Ber,” she said, gently shooing away her son’s attempts to help. Berwald frowned lightly at being the denied the chance to tidy up a little but nodded obediently and stood up. He waited for Timo to get up as well before making his way to his family’s small but pleasantly cozy living room. Starting to feel a little drowsy from being so full, he didn’t hesitate to take a seat on the sofa.