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Matti is worried. He runs around the performance area, argues with someone, adjusts the equipment, and, as always, does not let anyone do this work for him or with him. Being a huge control freak in matters of work, he always had to personally double-check everything to make sure everything turned out perfectly. It's amazing how he didn't run around the hall in Basel in the same way, and didn't drive a team of professionals away from cameras and equipment to do everything personally. Hâlfdân always had a little laugh about it, like he was supposed to be the responsible older brother, but their roles had already been reversed a long time ago. He didn't mind - if Matti was calmer that way, he wouldn't interrupted in, preferring to calmly do the part that depended only on him.
His brother once again ran past him with a little panic in his eyes, and his face turned red. He always blushed easily: from the cold, from the heat, from excitement, from embarrassment, when he was relaxed, or when he was out of breath from running back and forth. Halfdan sighed heavily, but he smiled. Well, he had one more important duty that only he could do. He can't delegate this to anyone.
“Matti”, he grabs his brother's hand when he once again rushes past him. “Wait.”
“What?" He replies impetuously.
“Woooo, that's it, it's definitely time. Let's go," Hálfdán doesn't listen to his active objections and indignation, and drags him into the back room. The room is small and dusty, but there was nothing better within big walking distance.
"Let me go, I need to..." Matti tries to break free and go back to his extremely important chores , but Hálfdán holds him tightly and does not let him escape. “Hálfdán. Everything will fall apart there without me.”
“Relax," his brother gently runs his hands over his tense shoulders, and then pulls him closer to himself. “Everything is going according to plan. By running around here and worrying, you're making it better for others and worse for yourself. Come here," Hálfdân takes off his glasses and kisses Matti first, preventing another stream of objections and indignation from escaping. He kisses him gently, carefully, trying to prove without words that “everything is fine, I'm here, you're doing great, you're coping with everything”. Hálfdán feels his brother begin to answer him, as the tense shoulders under his hands gradually relax, and his breathing evens out.
“Thank you," Matti breathes out as they break the kiss.
"Let me help you. We'll finish our preparations, perform, and no more worries for today," the back room is dark, but Hálfdán is almost one hundred percent sure that Matti is smiling, so he smiles back at him.
Well, he did an excellent job with one of his important duty today.