Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask, I honestly really loved this prompt but damn I’m rustyyyy 🥲 but I hope this is kinda what you wanted!

(If anyone has another prompt that they wanna send, please do!)

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Last night was the worst fight they’d ever had. Berwald turned to look at what was the result of not enough sleep across his face in the elevator mirror and frowned when dark eye bags stared back at him from behind his glasses.

Frustration between them had been building for weeks, Berwald wasn’t stupid, but he’d never been one to talk about his feelings. Instead, he just let his annoyance grow until one silly little thing caused their perfect facade to crumble.

Timo was the type who couldn’t hurt a fly, or at least that’s how he portrayed himself to other people, but Berwald had found himself engaging in shouting matches across the table, driving home in silence after a disagreement in the grocery store car park, and sleeping on the sofa more times than he cared to admit.

The elevator doors opened, and Berwald slunk across the office floor to his cubicle, shaking his head when the photo of himself and his boyfriend that was framed on his desk was the first thing he laid eyes on when he sat down. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and as if his ears were burning knowing that Berwald was still stewing, Timo had text him.

[Message from Timo: Morning honey. Shall we meet for lunch later? I wanna say sorry and make it up to you. Love you.]

Dropping his phone onto the desk, Berwald sighed and turned his computer on, not in the mood to reply just yet.

It was 08:05, and Berwald was an hour early, but the office seemed a better choice than an awkward breakfast at home when neither he nor Timo would want to be the first to speak. The office was quiet at this time and nearly empty save for the regular early risers. For the first hour and a half of his work, Berwald went without coffee in order to avoid any small talk in the kitchen, but eventually he ran out of steam and pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. Luckily his cubicle was only a short walk to the corridor and he kept his head down as he crossed the office.

Pushing open the door to the kitchen with his shoulder, Berwald stepped inside and immediately wanted to turn around and walk back out again when an overly cheerful face turned to greet him.

“Mornin’ Oxenstierna!” Matthias began, “Damn you look rough.” though faltered when he noticed Berwald’s deeper set than usual scowl.

“Wow, real smooth babe.” Sigurd chided his husband from where he sat at the table by the window as he folded his newspaper and set it down in front of him.