Berwald gently moved away from Matias and climbed to his feet, turning to face the other. “‘ll b’ back then. Ya need ‘nyth’n’ else?”
He wondered if bringing pain killers would also be a good idea, but wasn’t sure if he should.
“Nej, just the water,” Matias said after a few seconds. He could live with a migraine for a little while. He gave Berwald a smile and pulled himself back up onto the bed all the way, sitting back against the headboard.
Berwald nodded and exited the room, quickly retrieving a glass and filling it with water. While he was relieved that their argument had ended quickly, he was still worried.
Well, why wouldn’t he be? He was always worried these days.
He shrugged his shoulders and headed back into the bedroom, silently closing the door behind him, then wordlessly handed the glass to Matias.
“Tak,” Matias said quietly and took the water. He sipped it slowly, knowing better than to try and drink it quickly even if he was really thirsty. His migraine was quickly getting worse and worse; probably because he’d cut out coffee entirely, and he’d been eating less and less.
He stretched out his legs in front of him, finding that keeping them curled was getting uncomfortable. Looking up at Berwald, he gestured for him to come over next to him; he’d made it his goal, at least for today, to at least try to keep the Swede off his feet as much as he could.
Berwald paused for a moment, then, deciding that resisting simply wasn’t worth it, sat down on the edge of the bed.
Really, at this point, he would love for nothing more than to lay down and sleep, something his conscience seemed intent on preventing him from doing. He would close his eyes, and then he would think about everything that needed to be done, about how little attention he’d been paying Peter as of late, about how he hadn’t been doing enough for Matias and their daughters…
It was exhausting.