Berwald stared at Bertram for an extra ten seconds. Why the hell was this happening now? But rather than get upset, he just heaved a great sigh and accepted it all. It wasn't like he could kick the other man out--he doubted it would do much. Besides, as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the other's presence right now and the food smelled good. He missed having someone cook for him, even if Tino's wasn't always the best.

"'M fine. Wasn't moping," he muttered. Well, maybe he had been a bit. No doubt Bertram noticing the normally impeccable surfaces had not been dusted in weeks. Not since he cleaned his entire house into a sparkling wonderland the day Tino left. He wouldn't dwell on that though. When Bertram stole the candy, his eyes narrowed into a glare as a hint of sarcasm slipped back into his voice. "Just make yerself at home, kay."

As strange as Bertram's presence in his kitchen seemed, Berwald felt relieved. Relieved and burdened, like he wanted to stay in the other man’s presence the entire day and like he needed to lock himself in his room. He couldn’t decide which one to do, so he picked something in between. "I'll be 'n the other room. Call if ya need me." With that, he retreated to the living space and his couch where he couldn't see, but still hear Bertram.