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They’ve only been at their new apartment for a few minutes when Even hears a knock on the door. Probably Jonas or one of the boys who left something behind. It was nice to have help moving in, but the gesture was better than anything else. Magnus, Jonas, and Mahdi are not exactly the best or most organized helpers.
“Isak! Get the door!” He calls, trying not to take too much of his attention off of the scrambled eggs. With all the running around they’ve been doing, neither of them had much of a breakfast, so Even’s hoping it’ll hold them over until dinner tonight with Even’s parents.
“I’m in the shower!” Isak calls back, and he sighs, turning off the burner on the stove, wiping his hands haphazardly on his jeans. He pulls open the door, frowning when he sees who’s actually there.
“The housewarming is tomorrow, Vilde,” He says, confused.
“Oh! Right. Well...of course it is,” Vilde starts and Even almost expects her to turn away to leave but she doesn’t. She shifts slightly, opening her mouth as if she has something to say before closing it again.
“And?” Even asks, now prompting her. Usually when Vilde has something to say she says it after very little (if any) hesitation. It’s something that’s gotten her in trouble with her friends pretty regularly. Even, although new to the group, has known of this for years, ever since Vilde was a student at Uranienborg before her first year. She was notorious for her unthinking (but often innocent, to be fair) comebacks. Even after he left for Bakka, he still had to listen to Sana (and sometimes even Elias) complaining about whatever Vilde had said that she hadn’t found offensive this time. So the simple fact that she needed any encouragement to speak was strange.
“Umm...well,” she starts slowly. “I-was-actually-here-to-see-Isak!” She rushes out. She tucks her hair behind her ear - a trademark of nervous Vilde - and Even narrows his eyes.
“Huh?” he asks, more in surprise than in misunderstanding.
“I stopped by to see Isak. Is he free?” She asks more slowly this time. She tucks some of her hair behind her ear.
“Not really,” Even replies. “He’s in the shower.”
“Oh,” she says, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Well...I…”
“Do you want me to take a message?” He asks. Vilde looked like she about to offer to wait for him to get out of the shower, and Even isn’t entirely sure he wants to share his boyfriend right now.
“Yeah...I could always-” she starts, but Even cuts her off.
“Great! What do you need to say?” He asks.
“Just...It’s Monday...and I came to see him,” Vilde says. Even nods. Easy enough...even though it doesn’t make much sense.
“Ok. Got it,” he says. “Anything else?” he asks.
“No…” Vilde says. She looks reluctant to leave but Even can’t find much sympathy. She’s not even Isak’s friend (or at least not a close one), and while it’s nice that she came to visit, he’s been looking forward to time alone with Isak at their new place ever since he’s brought up the idea of moving in together in the middle of February.
“You can tell him the rest tomorrow?” Even suggests and Vilde nods.
“Yeah...tomorrow should work,” she says. “And...thanks Even.”
“You’re welcome,” he says.
She turns to leave.
“See you tomorrow!” He calls after her.
As soon as he shuts the door, Isak walks out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, his wet hair beginning to form those loose curls Even loves. It strikes him though that Isak is a lot thinner than Even remembers, but maybe it’s just the shadowy lighting that comes from the hall light not working properly.
“Who was that?” he asks, and Even can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. He pulls Isak into a half hug, his arms draped over his shoulders, and gives him a kiss.
“Vilde? I don’t know. She wanted to see you.” Even pauses to drop another kiss on Isak’s forehead. “She said ‘It’s Monday,’” he explains. He’s surprised when Isak smiles fondly and instead of looking equally confused, almost seems to relax.
“Awww...she did? That’s actually so sweet,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “She’s already trying to mother me.”
“Hmm?” Isak shakes his head, running his hand over Even’s chest.
“It’s nothing. It’s ok. Do you...I smell eggs?” He looks confused, and Even nods, pushing a little bit of his wet hair off his forehead.
“Mmhmm. You asked for eggs, right?” Isak nods, though he doesn’t look very convinced. “Right after Jonas left? You ok?” Isak nods.
“Yeah. Just...sleepy.”
“Let’s have a nap then, it’s been a long day.”
So they end up in bed, each with a bowl of scrambled eggs, watching a movie on Even’s laptop. Isak’s asleep in only a few minutes. Even would wake him up but his insomnia has been worse than normal lately and any sleep he can get is a step in the right direction.
Even is content to sit here in silence though. Just soak in the feeling of being alone in their new apartment - just the two of them.
He wakes up about an hour later, nuzzling Even’s chest sleepily. Isak looks so...soft when he’s just woken up. Sometimes he can be so guarded, day to day, but all of that can fall away at times like this. When he’s just woken up or they’ve just finished having sex or when one of them is sick - Isak gets soft and gentle and clingy and Even loves that.
“Time?” He asks, sniffing slightly. He’s warm and blinking blearily.
“Time for you to get a watch,” Even says, and kisses his forehead. “It’s almost 14.”
“Really? Are you sure?” Isak asks blinking again. “Already?”
“Yeah, sleeping beauty.”
“That’s good then?” Isak says, almost to himself. His curls are falling into his face. “I needed more sleep, right?” He rubs his eyes, sitting up straight.
“Mmhmm. Really good. You hungry?”
“A little. Not really,” he mumbles, grabbing a sweatshirt off the floor, slipping it over his head before cuddling back up against Even’s side. They lie there for a few moments in silence and Even tries to focus on the feeling of Isak’s breath moving in and out.
“How about we watch something, then?” he suggests, and the younger boy shifts slightly.
“Like what? I feel like we’ve seen everything,” Isak says.
“What about -”
“Don’t say black mirror. I hate black mirror.”
“Why? It’s great.”
“It’s fucked.”
“Sometimes life is fucked,” Even says.
“Deep,” Isak jokes. “But really I don’t want to spend my time reminding myself how fucked up everything is.” He absentmindedly rubs the younger boy’s back, pressing a little kiss to a bit of exposed skin by his throat.
“Fine. I get that I guess. But...at least nothing in our lives will be as bad a Black Mirror?” Even suggests. That has to be true, doesn’t it?
“Sure,” Isak agrees. “But can we just watch...like...I don't know, Disney or Glee, or something?” He looks up at Even through his eyelashes - they’re so long Even has no idea how they don’t get tangled up - and Even can’t say no.
“We can watch whatever you want, babe.”
“Really? You’re not going to argue?” Isak asks, and though Even can tell he's half-joking, he's half offended.
“I’ve chosen pretty much every movie for every movie night we’ve ever had,” Even says.
“That’s true. But they’re always good,” Isak reassures.
“Well it’s about time you pull your weight,” he jokes. He really does want Isak to get to share things he likes as well, but Isak probably would just tell him that anything was good unless he made a joke of it.
“Pull my weight?!” He’s smiling so wide it makes Even’s heart feel tight in his chest. He can feel Isak’s laughter.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Really?”
“For too long I alone have had to bear the burden of choosing entertainment in this house. Now it falls to you.” he pecks Isak’s cheek, and the younger boy stares in (undeserved, Even thinks) admiration.
“Weirdo. Glee it is,” he finally says, sitting up, breaking the fragile moment. Still, Even tries to keep the feeling alive - warmth, home. Being loved.