Nights like this were prefect: A long wlk in the snow, followed by hot chocolate and a good cuddle in front of the fireplace.
Scuh perfection had to come to an end, though. The fire was dying now, and the Scandinavian shill was seeping into the house, though Berwald knew that the furnace would most likely kick on any second. Despite his being asleep, Tino seemed to be aware of this, pushing his body closer to Berwald's, evidently in search of warmth. That was fine, though.
Berwald smiled quietly to himself.
Tino was perfect. From his cold little toes to that crown of soft, flaxen hair. He was truly an angel.
Pulling the woolen blanket tighter around the two of them, Berwald, planted a soft kiss to the Fin's forehead. "Jag lskar dig."
Tino seemed to smile a bit at that, huddling closer.
Berwald just smiled in response. He could stay like this forever.
The only problem with that scenario was that his arm was currently going numb, the stinging prickles worknig up and down the appendage that was currently wrapped beneath the younger man's shoulders.
But that was okay. It was worth it.