twisted his ankle from falling off of the roof while cleaning out the gutters. He had been surviving on crackers and tubes of food for_

days out of laziness and would greatly appreciate the brownies. He shuffled to the door to greet Tino.

frowned when he opened the door and he noticed the state he was in... "Berwald... you haven't shaved..." He looked him over for a moment,

"what happened?"

reached up and touched his face. Ah... he may have overlooked that after his bath that morning. He didn't want to admit what had happened,_

especially not to Tino. "Growin' it out..." He hated having facial hair.

shook his head, "no you're not." He stepped inside and took his shoes off before he handed him the brownies. "Here I baked and thought you'd

like them."

that TECHNICALLY he was growing it out... so it wasn't a lie. He took the brownies and watched as Tino walked in. He probably should have_

cleaned up his tray of food in the living room before answering the door... or turned off his movie. (Let the right one in.) "Ah... Tack."

looked around a bit and frowned before he headed for the kitchen. "I'll cook you some dinner if you'd like." He knew there was something he

wasn't telling him.

shook his head and walked after Tino, albeit a bit slower than normal as it took a great deal of concentration to walk without revealing_

his discomfort. He had clearly gone soft after years of luxury. So much for 'viking resilience.' "Y' don't have t'."

gave him a look as he went to the fridge and started looking around in it. "You haven't been eating properly right? And for all the times

you've taken care of me, I might as well do something for you. Besides am I not your boyfriend?"

frowned. Herring and Bacon in a tube smeared over crackers was perfectly good for every meal! Sometimes he even ate it on bread! "'M fine."

folded his arms over his chest as he looked over at him. "Fine. I'll go then. Enjoy the brownies."

wanted the company... though he didn't want to admit that anything was wrong with him, and he hated having to be taken care of. "Tack." He_

nodded stubbornly.

annoyed by that, he glared at him for a moment before he headed for the door. Maybe this whole dating thing wasn't working out after all. It

seemed like they were always getting annoyed with each other. "If you don't want my assistance then I don't need yours anymore either."

sighed and groaned under his breath. "S'rry..."

shook his head ignoring that, he put his shoes back on as he glanced over at him. "Just feel better okay."

bit his lip as he looked at the brownies. "Y' sh-... I'd like y' t' stay..."

paused as he watched him for a moment. "Stay and do what? I mean you wont let me help you at all. So there's no point."

didn't want any help... though he also didn't want Tino to leave; he was growing tired of watching movies alone and working from home..._

"Y' c'n... help if y' want..." He said quietly. He was trying to make a compromise, even if he'd rather not accept it.

considered staying when he heard that. He didn't take his shoes of just yet though. "Tell me what you hurt first?"

had hoped to avoid that question... But it wasn't as though he was hurt that bad... just a twisted ankle, a few bruises and scrapes here_

and there... He didn't want Tino to over-react. "M' ankle."

looked to his ankle and frowned even more. "Go sit down then, do you have it wrapped properly?"

wondered if this was how humans felt when their mothers were preparing to lecture them. He shook his head. "'S fine..." He did sit down,_

however. He could already feel it starting to swell up more from standing on it too long.

slowly took off his shoes. "Berwald... stop telling me it's fine. If it was fine you'd be taking better care of yourself."

huffed quietly. He had been taking perfectly good care of himself!

ignored that as he went and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. He handed it to him before he took the brownies back and brought them into

the kitchen. He put one on a plate and brought it out to him before he cleaned up the tray.

sighed in slight frustration, but said nothing as Tino busied himself. He frowned as he adjusted his foot on an ottoman and put the ice_

pack over his ankle. "Tack..."

came back and put the movie on pause before he went to find a tensor bandage. He didn't say anything else to him the whole time.

frowned as he ate the brownie. It was surprisingly tasty for something Tino had made.

would take a lot of offense at that if he knew he had thought it. He came back when he'd found a tensor. "Let me see your ankle."

frowned. "Y' don't have t' do that." He would rather have Tino cook him his strangest Finnish delicacy than see the swelling bruises and_

cuts that littered his ankle and leg...

glared at him, "I wasn't asking Berwald... let me look at it." He wasn't going to let him get away with asking him to stay then not letting

him at least bandage the ankle.

"It's fine." He grumbled, trying to pull his ankle back.

reached out and grabbed his ankle, not bothering to be gentle about it either.

winced and glared at him.

ignored the glare as he tightened his hold. "I'm not going to let go until you let me look at it."

glared some more, but stopped trying to fight it.

let go and moved to roll his pant leg up. "I'm doing this to be nice you know."

grumbled incoherently under his breath. It certainly didn't seem nice. Though it felt oddly good to be cared for by him...

(( *not whoops, forgot that))

frowned when he saw the state his ankle and leg was in. He carefully wrapped the ankle and went to get some rubbing alcohol and bandages.

folded his arms over his chest with a displeased look as he waited.

came back with it and started to clean each of the cuts and scraps, not caring if it stung.

tensed with each sting, determined not to hiss or show any sign of pain.

being as rough as he could with it. He put the band aids on one by one.

hoped that Tino was enjoying this, because he sure as hell wasn't.

enjoying it a lot. He finished and looked up at him before he put the icepack back on his ankle.

did not appreciate it in the slightest, and glared at him.

got up and headed for the door again. "Just stay off it for a while. I'll be back." He put his shoes on, he fully intended to do some

grocery shopping for him.

huffed. "Where're y' goin'?"

put his shoes back on, "out." He wasn't about to explain himself to him.

grabbed the remote and said nothing as he left. He would just go back to watching tv in a sour mood.

went out, he didn't care if he was in a sour mood. He would take his time doing the shopping.

would take his time watching a movie and falling asleep...

came back a few hours later, letting himself in and quietly putting the food away before he set about making him some dinner.

slept on obliviously, enjoying his lengthy nap that would undoubtedly upset his sleeping schedule that night.

made soup and when he was done he went to wake him, poking his injured ankle.

let out a hiss of pain as he rolled off of the couch in surprise. He sat up, quickly trying to right his glasses as he glared.

grinned as he went back to the kitchen. "I made you soup."

cursed under his breath as he stood up and hobbled after him. "Thanks..."

shrugged a bit as he poured him a bowl of the soup and set it on the table. "You're welcome."

sat down and focused on the soup to keep from glaring more at Finland. It wasn't bad.

had made salmon soup. He poured himself a bowl before he sat across from him. "Have I pissed you off that much?"

shook his head and ate. He wasn't pissed off; just grumpy.

watched him as he ate his own bowl of soup. "Hmm... Let me know when you want to kick me out."

shrugged. "Y' can stay 's long as y' want." He enjoyed the company, and didn't mind letting Tino stay in the guest bedroom; or his, though_

he wouldn't offer that.

nodded a bit at that, "ah... " he ate in silence after that. He wasn't sure he was going to stay the night. Berwald didn't seem to want

that.

"'S good." He said as he finished the soup and carried his bowl to the sink to clean it out.

got up and followed him, taking the bowl from him. "Go sit. I'll do the dishes."

shook his head. "'S fine. I c'n do 't." He said firmly; he wasn't that useless; and it was the least he could do since Tino cooked.

wasn't going to hand over the bowl. "No... I'll do it, you shouldn't be standing on your ankle."

frowned at him. "'M fine." He didn't even need to put pressure on that foot while at the sink.

frowned back and put the bowl down. "Fine, I'll just wrap up the rest of the soup for you, there's enough the at least a week and I got you

more groceries."

"Thank you." He said honestly as he cleaned the bowl quickly. He did appreciate the help, even if he had a hard time showing it.

shrugged a bit as he wrapped up the soup and put some in the freezer and some in the fridge. "You're welcome."

set the dishes on a rack to dry and glanced over his shoulder at him. "Y' wanna watch ' movie?"

nodded a bit with that, "sure... I can stay for a movie."

nodded contently and began walking towards the living room.

slowly followed behind him, "I just have to make sure I'm home to walk Hana."

sighed, slightly disappointed at that. "Ah." He nodded. It made sense, and he didn't want Hana to go hungry or make a mess in the house..._

Though he wished he could have both of them in his house all the time.

took a seat on the couch as he looked up at him, "Hana misses you. She hasn't seen you in a while." He nodded as he thought about it. He

felt bad, he couldn't spend enough time with her lately, work had been getting demanding.