Tino woke up in his bed alone. There was no large arms wrapped around his waist, no chest to bury his face into, no legs tangled together. He rolled over and felt around for his boyfriend but all he felt was emptiness. The spot wasn't warm anymore, but it smelled like him. Or maybe it was the shirt Tino was wearing, it was Berwald’s after all. In fact, that was all he was wearing, one of his legs was poking out of the blanket and it was bare. He stretched and sat up, looking around the bedroom. The curtains were slightly open, pale blue light just barely streaming through, small dotted shadows passing through it. It was probably snowing. There was no clothes on the floor from the night before but perhaps Berwald picked them up, he was always a tidy person. Speaking of his Swedish partner, where was he?
Tino swung his legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as the cold air brought goosebumps to his skin. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, running fingers through his hair. May as well go look for him. He smoothed out his shirt, not bothering to put any pants, or underwear, on under the large shirt. He padded out of his bedroom, glancing left and right down the hallway of his apartment. Well he wasn't there, and the bathroom light wasn't on. He made his way to the living room quietly, the TV was softly playing some form of American Christmas movie. He probably left it on the night prior.