#;spjonas

A concert seemed like a good way to get them out of their... funk? Mari wasn’t sure what to call it, exactly. He just knew that if he saw Jonas with Levi another night he was going to lose his damn mind, and driving two hours to go to a concert meant at least separating them for a night, since they were staying in a hotel. It also meant potentially being around girls, and that was what Mari needed. He just couldn’t find it in him to visit bars anymore. Everything was getting more confusing, but he decided to brush it off for the night and have fun. Which he had, really. He and Jonas were finally acting normal again, though Mari found himself shoving away anyone who got too close to Jonas throughout, but it was fair to say that he’d always been pretty protective of Jonas in the first place. By the end of the night they were both pretty tired, Mari checking them into a hotel room and he hadn’t even noticed there was one bed at first. There had been a moment where he just tugged his shirt off, grumbling under his breath about a few annoying people they’d met in the crowd, and finally he glanced over, an eyebrow raised. “I call it,” he suddenly rushed out, shooting Jonas a look. “I call the bed.”