darker_london | Love in Vienna (Johan, Werner)

The train ride to Vienna had been long and uneventful. Once they had arrived in Vienna, however, it was a different story. They had to clean out Werner's old house on the outskirts of the Vienna woods, and that was incredibly depressing. Johan was sitting on the floor of Werner's study, packing books into boxes as Werner darted around, trying to figure out what to do with everything else. "Do you think Alastair would like Proust?" Werner asked, holding up the awesomely huge Swan's Way.

"Does anyone actually like Proust?" Werner asked, taping up a box. "I was under the impression that people just said they did to sound intelligent. Anyone who can get through a paragraph-long sentence and enjoy it must be some form of uber-genius."

"I like Proust..." Werner said in a tiny voice.

Johan looked up and Werner and he grinned. "Well, yes. You are an uber-genius. I did mean anyone except you. And possibly that man from Masterpiece Theatre."

Werner stuck the book into the box labelled 'Alastair', because he wanted his son to have the book. "Are those the donations for the library."

"Yes sir." Johan said, finishing off his tape job and pushing the box forward. "The books are almost done." Johan sighed and he stood to take Werner into his arms. "When is the tricksy real estate man coming to look at the place?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." Werner replied, kissing Johan's nose. "So we should take these boxes over to your place and to the library tomorrow morning."

"Done. Look, I can do the rest myself, Werner. We've done the books. All that's really left here are a few odds and ends." Most of Werner's things were at Johan's house anyway, as they had spent most of the their time there. "I know which things you'll want to keep and what else can get donated. You don't have to stay."

"I want to be here with you."

"I know, but...it's tiring." Johan gave Werner a worried look. "I don't want you to overdo it." He reached out for Werner's hand and he gave it a squeeze. "Please?"

"I don't want to leave you..."

Johan nodded. "Well...you could sit on your sofa and I could make you some dinner. And then you can watch me pack boxes. I think it could be fantastic foreplay!" Johan winked. "Does that work for you, Fuzzyface?"

Werner laughed and he nodded. "That works for me. If you call me Fuzzyface, am I allowed to call you 'Furry'?"

"No." Johan shook his head firmly, but he was amused. "No you certainly may not, Wolf Man. Now. Sit. Sit and I will wait on you like a handmaiden. Which is, incidentally, something else you should not call me."

"Noted!" Werner said with a grin. He let out a deep breath and he sat, watching as Johan scrambled around the place arranging things. He was so thankful he had Johan. Johan was making this, everything, so much easier.