When Berwald walked in the door though, a clatter met his ears along with a waft of delicious scent. He froze in the doorway, so shocked that he forgot to breathe for so many seconds it made him dizzy. Or was that something else that made him dizzy? “Tino?” he murmured, but the quiet word received no answer. Something about the smell bothered him, but Berwald forced himself to walk into the house, the door slamming shut behind. A voice called out and his heart did an awful flip-flop inside of him. He realized after a second that the voice didn’t belong to his ex-boyfriend.

"Bertram?" he asked as he finally came to stand in the kitchen and took in the unusual sight. The two of them could be considered friends, maybe. Or at least they'd known each other basically their whole lives and had good moments. Not that Berwald's expression changed at this surprise. He just pushed his glasses up his nose and went to investigate the pot of food. "Whatcha doin' in my house?" Berwald felt fairly certain he locked it, like he always did.