Before returning to his office, he took the video games out of the living room and hid them underneath the floorboards under his bed so that Emil couldn't play while he wasn't home. Then he went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. He dug into the back and managed to find a beer hidden back there. He took that to his office and opened his laptop, logging in and getting to work. It took a few hours, but he managed to get to the end of his book before heading to bed.

The next morning, Mathias woke up early to bake some pastries which he shuffled into a box before heading out. It was a nice day and he hummed as he walked, seeming not to notice the busy streets or the city sounds, as if he existed in his own happy place outside of them. Of course, these city noises were his home. He enjoyed them. By the time he reached his destination, it was mid-morning and he rung the doorbell to Lukas' home. "Good morning~!"

Lukas awoke when he heard the doorbell ring. He groaned and looked at the clock, deciding he should be getting up anyway. He rolled out of bed and headed towards the door stretching as he walked, not even caring that his hair was a mess. He was annoyed someone was at his door before he even had the chance to have a cup of coffee. He opened the door and the annoyance grew when he saw Matthias. "What do you want?" He asked, his tone showing how annoyed he was.

Mathias thrust out his box of pastries with a smile that rivaled the sunshine. "I brought some delicious baked goods! Wow, did you just wake up? Well, I came back, just like I said I would." He pushed his way inside without a single notice to Lukas' annoyance. Really, he didn't notice it at all. "Where's your brother? I want to give him a pastry too."

Lukas took the box Mathias shoved into his hands, still glaring at the man as he pushed his way into the house. He closed the door and turned to face him. "He's at school.. At least he should be.." he said, not able to focus on what day of the week it was just yet. He really needed coffee. With that thought in mind, he went to the kitchen, setting the box on the table before going over to the coffee pot and making some. "Is there something specific you wanted? If not, get out of my house."

Mathias stared down at his fingers as he counted off the days. "Ah yeah...it's Tuesday. He's that young though? I didn't think so looking at him." But he did so love the idea that Lukas had a little brother and a little brother he could adopt to be his own at that. Because Mathias liked the idea of brothers a lot. He opened his box and took out one of the red berry danishes to munch on as he watched Lukas make coffee. "Maybe I just wanted to see you. We're friends now right?"

"Emil's seventeen." Lukas said, eyes on the coffee pot. When it was finished, he began making himself a cup. "Where did you get the idea that we were friends? I barely know you." He asked, turning to face him, cup in hand as he took a sip. He really didn't understand where Mathias got that idea from. Just because the Dane had saved him from the muggers didn't make them friends, right?

Mathias whistled. "Wow, that's young enough to be living at home still. But he lives with you?" With that sort of casual energy, he just pressed at issues he had no right to know. "And of course we're friends. I like you," he said. "I think we can get along great, so hey, why don't we trade phone numbers?"

"Of course he lives with me. Where else would he be living? On the streets?" Lukas asked, offended by that. He worked hard to make this a good home for his brother and he didn't like what Mathias was insinuating. He went over to the table and took a pastry out of the box, knowing he really shouldn't eat it but was going to anyway. "Well I don't like you. You're annoying. Why would I want your number?"

"Well no, his..." Mathias did stop himself from saying 'parents' though. He was a little more sensitive than that and knew well enough himself that not everyone's home situation reflected white picket fences, 2.3 children, American dream's. He shook his head. "You don't really dislike me. If you did, you wouldn't let me in your house. Can I have some coffee too?"

"His what?" Lukas asked, chewing on his pastry. He could guess what Mathias was going to say and his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched him. "And I didn't let you in the house. You pushed your way in." He sipped at his coffee. "Don't touch the coffee. It's mine." Yeah, he was a little possessive of his coffee. So what. It was delicious and he needed it to wake up. Plus it put him in a better mood to deal with people. Which he needed with Mathias here.

"Parents," Mathias finally said since Lukas pushed him too. He eyed the coffee pot with a clear look of want. It smelled delicious and he loved coffee. Of course he had one today already, but more never hurt. "You did let me in. Now where do you keep your coffee mugs?" He started looking through the cabinets on his own, not about to pass up coffee when it was in the same room as him.

Lukas knew that was what Mathias was going to say. "Our parents died when I was sixteen. I've been taking care of Emil since then." he said. He sighed quietly to himself, not in the mood to start an argument about how Mathias pushing his way into the house wasn't being let it. He could also tell the other wasn't going to let the coffee thing go, so he reluctantly got him a mug.

"Sorry, that's rough man. I know how it is," Mathias said, though he didn't elaborate. He didn't know exactly how it was with Lukas or Emil, but he knew tough family situations up close and personal. But that's just how things were and they didn't change who he was. He took the coffee mug that Lukas offered and poured himself some of the delicious smelling liquid. "Thanks man. Nothing much in this world better than coffee and fresh baked pastries!"

"Do you really though? Do you know how hard it is to be stuck in a foreign country when you don't speak any English? Do you know how hard it to have to drop out of school to find a job to support your little brother when you can't communicate with anybody? If I hadn't met the man who became my manager, who luckily spoke Norwegian, child services would have take Emil away from me." Lukas said, his voice quiet as he remembered those hard times. He finished the coffee in his cup and made himself another, running his hand through his hair as he looked at Mathias. He hummed quietly in agreement to the last part though. Best part of his mornings was always the coffee, after all.

Mathias listened to Lukas' story in silence before he offered a soft smile. "You're a good person. That's why I like you. Shouldn't it be fine if someone wants to protect you for a change?" he asked as he finished off his coffee. He said it all in a flippant tone, but he meant it. Family would always be the most precious thing to him, maybe because it was such a foreign, unattainable thing. "But hey, I'm just a dumpster baby from the Bronx. What do I know?"

Lukas felt touched by Mathias's words. "I don't need someone to protect me." He said, his voice quiet, his eyes on his coffee. He's spent years building a wall around himself that only a few people were allowed through. It helped stop people from hurting him. Emotionally at least. He was still working on being able o physically protect himself. His eyes glanced up at the Dane. "You're an idiot..." he told him. "...Men .. Jeg antar at du ikke er helt irriterende*...." he muttered, turning his eyes away.

*But... I suppose you're not completely annoying*

Mathias' face twisted as he gaped. "That's not fair! I don't know what you said!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his chair to shake an answer out of Lukas. He resisted though because this was a serious moment. Or something. Crossing his arms, he let out a little huff. "And everyone needs someone to protect them. Especially the people who don't think they need it." Of course, Mathias didn't think he needed any protecting, but he decided not to contradict himself and say that.

"You're not supposed to know what I said. That's why I said it in another language." Lukas said, a small smirk forming on his face for a moment. "If you say so.." He agreed, not really caring to start an argument. He knew it was pointless to argue with an idiot. It wouldn't go anywhere. He checked the clock and finished his coffee, setting the now empty mug in the sink. "I need to start getting ready to leave for work, so you need to leave."

Mathias pouted at that, but he stood up and stretched when Lukas said he needed to leave. "Fine, fine. If you insist. But first you have to give me your phone number." His tone implied that he wouldn't leave the house until he got it, whether Lukas needed to leave or not. There were absolutely going to be friends.

"I'm not going to give you my phone number." Lukas told him. He turned and walked down the hall, going into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Mathias could stay until he had to leave, he supposed. But if he didn't leave when he did, then he'd call the cops for an intruder. With that plan in mind, he stripped down and got in the shower.

"Yes you are!!" Mathias yelled after him. Lukas should not have ignored him that easily. It was insulting and fueled Mathias' determination. He immediately set out through the house, looking for anything interesting, but mostly for Lukas' phone. The kitchen yielded nothing and neither did the living room. He found the bedrooms and didn't take long to decide who's room belonged to whom. With that, he settled onto the bed and started messing with the phone he found next to it.

Lukas washed himself quickly, not wanting to leave Mathias alone in his house for very long. He got out and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting the room. He looked around as he went to his room, not seeing the Dane, hoping he had left. But that hope was gone when he saw where he was. He narrowed his eyes as he went over and yanked the phone out of his hands before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and physically dragging him out the room. "Stay out of my stuff!" he told him, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Mathias made a squeak sort of noise when Lukas grabbed him. The guy showed up out of nowhere, just after he'd finished putting his number into the phone and Lukas had quiet feet, the sneaky bastard. "You shouldn't leave me alone with it if you don't want me to touch it!" he yelled in his defense. "But anyway, got what I wanted to bye! Ooh, and make sure your brother gets a pastry!" he added as he escaped to the front door and made it out before Lukas could do anything worse to him. It had been so worth it though. He got the phone number he wanted and Emil's since why not? He was going to have fun.

Lukas glared at Mathias through the door, not caring he couldn't see him. He looked down at his phone at the other's words, going through it. He noticed the time and mentally winced. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry. He put the phone down and quickly got dressed, putting said phone in his pocket before leaving the room. He pulled on his boots and locked the door behind him, moving quickly to get to where he needed to be, but not outright running. He wasn't going to do that, late or not. When he arrived at the studio, his manager yelled at him for a minute for being late, but he didn't care.