Halvard would not admit to the fact that he loved playing violin with Roderich.

Even though Roderich needed sheet music and Halvard did not—even if their personalities didn't exactly harmonize—their music did.

And he would never admit to how much he loved domestic chores. There was something soothing to him about hanging laundry outside to dry or washing dishes while humming along to the radio.

Jóhannes thought it was hilarious. Halvard, his brother, so proud and high, could be quite a housewife.

But he couldn't really make fun of him or judge, since on weekends they'd blast music through the whole house and knead dough for bread or mix ingrediants to make cookies. And when there was a song that they both loved, they'd drop everything and dance together, giggling like siblings they were, until the sound ended and they went back to their work with rolling pins and whisks.

It was in these moments that Jóhannes felt that he truly understood his brother.