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Berwald took Tino’s hands, and exposed his wrists.
“ ‘e n’’d t’ t’lk ‘bout th’s, T’n’.” He told his friend.
“Please don’t tell anyone about it. They shouldn’t worry about it.” Tino begged. He knew he would worry everyone, he didn’t need that.
“B’t Th’y sh’ld kn’w.” Berwald looked in his eyes, dead serious.
“No, please. Nobody needs to know!” Tino shouted at him. He barely got this way, but this was a serious matter.
Berwald hugged Tino, holding him close. They sat that way when something bad happens to one of them. Tino liked the sound of Ber’s heart beating, calming rhythms. Ber liked the warmth of Tino, like a blanket. They didn’t move for a while, not even speaking for some minutes.
“Wh’n d’d ‘t st’rt?” Berwald asked him.
“Last year. When Mathius came back.” He shifted himself to be more comfortable.
“Why?” Ber placed a hand on Tino’s head.
“I was stressed, and Lukas wouldn’t hangout, you were bussy in Sweden, and Emil was with Leon all the time.” He responded. He didn’t sound very good, but he was okay.
“Pl’se tr’ t’ st’p. I l’ve y’.” Ber stroked his hair, running his fingers deep inside.
“I try hard, it’s so hard.” His voice cracked.
“ ‘ kn’w. ‘ kn’w.” Berwald whispered. He stood, taking Tino’s hand. He guided them to the bathroom. He grabbed a damp cloth and took Tino’s hands.
“Berwald, that hurts.” Tino whinned when the cloth came onto his skin. Fresh blood stained the bright cloth. Ber just kept cleaning his cuts.
“Qu’et.” Ber commanded. Tino didn’t say anything, biting his lip to stay calm, because Berwald was using alcohol to clean his wrist.
“N’ m’re ‘f th’t, T’n’.” He picked Tino up, carrying him out to the family room where Lukas and Mathius were. He dropped him on a couch before turning around to leave.
“I promise I won’t do it again, I love you.” Tino called to him, getting up.
“Jag älskar dig (I love you).” Ber said, speaking Swedish. Tino loved when he did that.
“ ‘e n’’d t’ t’lk ‘bout th’s, T’n’.” He told his friend.
“Please don’t tell anyone about it. They shouldn’t worry about it.” Tino begged. He knew he would worry everyone, he didn’t need that.
“B’t Th’y sh’ld kn’w.” Berwald looked in his eyes, dead serious.
“No, please. Nobody needs to know!” Tino shouted at him. He barely got this way, but this was a serious matter.
Berwald hugged Tino, holding him close. They sat that way when something bad happens to one of them. Tino liked the sound of Ber’s heart beating, calming rhythms. Ber liked the warmth of Tino, like a blanket. They didn’t move for a while, not even speaking for some minutes.
“Wh’n d’d ‘t st’rt?” Berwald asked him.
“Last year. When Mathius came back.” He shifted himself to be more comfortable.
“Why?” Ber placed a hand on Tino’s head.
“I was stressed, and Lukas wouldn’t hangout, you were bussy in Sweden, and Emil was with Leon all the time.” He responded. He didn’t sound very good, but he was okay.
“Pl’se tr’ t’ st’p. I l’ve y’.” Ber stroked his hair, running his fingers deep inside.
“I try hard, it’s so hard.” His voice cracked.
“ ‘ kn’w. ‘ kn’w.” Berwald whispered. He stood, taking Tino’s hand. He guided them to the bathroom. He grabbed a damp cloth and took Tino’s hands.
“Berwald, that hurts.” Tino whinned when the cloth came onto his skin. Fresh blood stained the bright cloth. Ber just kept cleaning his cuts.
“Qu’et.” Ber commanded. Tino didn’t say anything, biting his lip to stay calm, because Berwald was using alcohol to clean his wrist.
“N’ m’re ‘f th’t, T’n’.” He picked Tino up, carrying him out to the family room where Lukas and Mathius were. He dropped him on a couch before turning around to leave.
“I promise I won’t do it again, I love you.” Tino called to him, getting up.
“Jag älskar dig (I love you).” Ber said, speaking Swedish. Tino loved when he did that.
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