.
Has it been two days, three days, a week…?
He wakes up every morning and she's there, as if she'd always been there, as if life were as easy as just waking up to her ready smile and hers and Tiina's cooking, uncle Sve reads a newspaper by the wooden table with a cup of coffee and a different kind of pastry every day, and, as he never takes a shower in the morning, he walks in and greets everyone rather bleakly, sits himself down and soon enough there's coffee and a smile for him from next to him where she sat down and engages in a one-sided conversation, telling him about her dreams, probably, because she's been dreaming a lot and strange too these last days that have been so routinary they feel like it's always been like this.
Only not, and when he today repeats it for the numberless time again, he feels dread well up in the pit of his stomach, dread masked by this bittersweet content at having someone fuss over him as if he were actually worth someone's time.
It's new, huh, it's nice. Unexpected.
… and temporary; and, therefore, unstable.
So although he drinks her coffee in silence and listens to her words that are directed at him, he is pushing her away because he's not ready for all this; all this that should have come with a confession he's yet to make.
Every morning he wishes he'll wake up to it all having been a dream.
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A/N
More angsty!Norge.
I don't like him to be sad :(
Also, take this as an interlude... it's important to know how he feels, because things... happen in the next chapters.