How he'd gotten into this predicament was beyond him, but he wasn't going to question it just yet-- there was time for that later. It was raining outside-- pouring, really, with a severe weather warning. Tir was at school, and Gremio was here dozing off.
When Viktor had showed up, Gremio had been frantically cleaning, as was his wont, in order to dispel or at least ease his anxiety. While he should trust the school district to keep Tir safe, he just couldn't be content with that. And so, with much woe over the mud and wet that the large man tracked into the nearly-spotless house, the blond divulged his distress.
This led to a suggestion of making a fort, but between the point where Gremio refused to the point where he consented, there wasn't much to remember. He'd ripped apart every bed in the house while Viktor dislodged cushions and pillows from their respective furnitures, and their labours met. There were lights strung, and painstakingly placed decorations, because in whatever he did, Gremio went all-out.
They didn't work very long at all, but when they finished, it really had helped Gremio feel a lot better. It was funny what a mind full of one thing can do to evict another topic.
So now here he was, snuggled up with Viktor in a blanket fort, rain beating against the windows as he slowly, softly fell asleep waiting for news of Tir's return.
