If Berwald took rejection hard, Bertram Densen took rejection like a death sentence. Perhaps he was the reason for Tino's disappearance from the Swede's life, the odd blonde stalking the house, watching and waiting for the right time to bust in. He wasn't necessarily crazy, no, but there was something in his mind that maybe wasn't quite right.

As soon as Berwald entered his home, the rich scent of a hearty soup filled his nose, and the Dane currently situated in the kitchen looked awfully comfortable, wearing a t-shirt, red pants, no shoes, and a pretty black and red apron with frills along the edges. When he heard the other come inside, he perked a little, abandoning his stirring of the Hønsekødssuppe and wiping his hands on his apron.

"Welcome home." He smiled cheerily, head tipping to the side a little cutely, "I hope I'm not running too late."