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It took ages for him to get used to Berwald's habit of saying things that were far too intimate and untrue- but he managed. He had to, he couldn't afford to move. Tino was very much stuck exactly where he was, so he eventually settled for just... being content. Beside, Berwald wasn't bad, really, just a little overbaring at times.
The real problem came with their new neighbors. The two young men were cheerful enough in others company, happy seeming, truly.
But when alone in the safety of their apartment, they were anything but- or maybe that was just his oppinion. He was a bit biased if he wanted to tell the truth. He didn't like Ivan, not one bit, he sent chills up and down Tino's spine. Alfred though, Tino quite liked him. He was cheery and happy and a bit childish, but that was refreshing.
How the two got along enough to live together, Tino would never understand- and so it baffled him further when the tell tale signs of a fight turned to sex. He could hear them through the paper thin walls, the panting and moaning, and creaking of an old mattress, followed by whispered 'I love you's in English and Russian the he only just heard.
He hoped Berwald couldn't hear them too, but that was likely asking for too much. The Swedish man never said a thing, though on certain days, when the sex had been particularly loud or obnoxious (things with Alfred often were), Tino would catch Berwald's eyes lingering on him- but he always looked away, blushing.
Tino didn't want to think on it. He focused on what he needed to do to get away from there- and wondered when Berwald made dinner and Alfred would stumble in gushing over some new movie or video game (and oh, do you guys have any sugar? Vanya used all ours), if he really wanted to leave at all.