The fact of the matter is, Tino didn't know completely what either of them were thinking at anytime. Despite how long they'd been married, Tino could never tell what Björn was thinking. Maybe that was a good thing, it kept their marriage interesting but on the other hand, when Björn had night terrors and bad dreams, he could never find out how to help him.
Peter, on the other hand was just plain confusing. He was all over the place. Peter would cry a lot during his sleep. It was almost every night when Tino went to check on him after Björn had fallen asleep, he was usually crying. Tino almost made a game out of it. Crying in his sleep were the good nights. On the bad nights he would thrash and wail, crying out for people neither Tino or Björn knew, but when he awoke, he never spoke of them. His lips stayed sealed and he continued to be the normally happy boy he was.
Tino stretched and grunted, sitting up. Last night was one of the bad nights, for both Björn and Peter. He could comfort his husband, he knew what made him calm down. But Peter was a lost cause. He could never calm him down, to Tino learned to let him be.
Tino's eyes made their way over to Björn. He was sleeping so peacefully, like nothing had happened the night before. Tino tentatively stroked his hair, then kissed his forehead before standing up. He would have to cook breakfast today, not that he minded. They both deserved a break from their chores and duties for a while, even if was just thirty minutes.
Breakfast for those two where relatively easy. Peter would want whatever Björn was having, along with a few pancakes and some eggs. And Björn would want two cinnamon rolls and eggs. Tino was no where was skilled as Björn in the kitchen, but he tried his best. In the end, he made what he thought was a good breakfast. Björn had already awaken by the time he went to make them up.
"Good morning honey, I made you breakfast." Björn nodded, still groggy and sleepy, exhausted from last nights ordeal. "Th'nk ya, fin." Björn spoke so softly for such a big man, Tino found it charming. Björn slunk downstairs, disappearing around the edge.
Tino turned and approached Peter's room slowly. He peered into the room to find his son in the position he left him in. Tino sat next to him, stroking his hair. "Peter sweetie it's time to wake up." He stirred and opened his eyes slowly. His head tilted up to look at him. But Tino noticed peter looked different, the way his face was held, his expressions looked different. Tino decided it wasn't the right time to ask the question that had been eating away at him for so long.
"Come on Peter. Breakfast is ready." Peter rolled over, and Tino could've swore he heard a sleepy response of, "I'm not Peter."
