The World around Berwald and Tino was anything but peaceful. you may think the sounds of birds chirping and the light breeze would be calming for the two men who had been having a rough time. but it was exactly the opposite. the sounds of nature around them just reminded the two men that they weren't sleeping in their bed. they weren't at home, completely on track with their lives. oh no, they were out in the middle of god-knows-were sleeping in the cold next to a river.
Morning came slow- it seemed to Berwald that night lasted much longer than it should have. the large swede woke an hour before Tino did. Berwald laid still, afraid to move and stir Tino awake. he stared up at the sky; slowly light spread across it and revealed open sky. and, despite the seemingly good weather, Berwald was not comforted.
Tino woke with a yawn, and for a second he forgot where he was. he forgot about seeing the crook lay dead in front of him. he forgot hearing the sound of the mans bones cracking or the pain of his feet from running away for so long. but as he opened his eyes to the nature around him; he remembered. he sighed, sitting up and looking at the face of the man he loved oh so very much. seeing that he was awake, Tino gave him a comforting smile before standing. the smaller and stretched out his back muscles before extending a hand down to berwald to help the man up.
"long night..." Tino stated, looking up at Berwald
"that's an understatement."
"yeah... by far..."
Tino held Berwald hand loosely, but gave it a quick, comforting squeeze. non verbally giving Berwald his message; everything was going to be okay.