Tino had walked home hand in hand with Berwald. It had been a short trip. A cool breeze tickled his face as he walked up to his door. Ruotsi’s warm hand covered his, holding it and he was reluctant to let it go but he had to in order to unlock his door and let them both in. “Home sweet home,” he sighed, removing his coat and shoes. He held out his hands to take Sweden’s and put them in his closet.
"Shall we?" he asked and walked ahead towards the kitchen.