Slinking in from the doorway, silent footfalls on carpet, Teodor curled his fingers through Lukas’ hair from behind, his nails scratching gently at the other’s scalp. ‘You’re still working?’ He asked in a hushed voice, as if there was another body to wake in that room. He was smiling as he spoke, tired and light, his hands slipping down onto Lukas’ neck and rubbing into his shoulders, hoping to ease whatever tension was building there from his reading. ‘Our bed misses you… I miss you.’

‘Ah! There is my favourite little sister. What are you doing?’ Teodor had no reservations in sprawling himself across Danika on the sofa, his head on her lap and his arm ungracefully in her face. Despite being older, despite the horrors, he would always act like the annoying little brother that no one wanted to be around. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. ‘You are not on dating apps again, are you? You are too good for that, you know?’

   If it is agreeable to you, you are most welcome to visit me in Reykjavík again. I always enjoyed our conversations, and I know that people consider it good to get away from ones home sometimes. I hope when you think about where you would next like to visit, you will consider me. I still have more dishes to share with you. Your friend, Fannar

so you laugh like a child and i'll sing like no one cares no one to be, no one to tell i could see this view a hundred times pale blue sky reflected in your eyes so give me a reason and don't say no, no