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They’ve known for a while that Jonas will be on training camp, but it doesn’t make the separation any easier.
When Jonas picks up the phone before breakfast, the image of Tadej sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of their Christmas tree makes Jonas’ eyes burn, and he has to blink away uncomfortable emotions.
“Tillykke med fødselsdagen,” Tadej says softly, and the effort he’s obviously put into learning this phrase, even if he stumbles through the pronunciation, makes something in Jonas sing. “I wish you were here.”
“Me, too,” Jonas answers, and he has a wild thought that he could ask Grischa for a day pass, fly home to Monaco and do his training there, all for the sake of spending a single night with Tadej.
They both know it’s not possible, though, and so he has to settle for tracing every contour of Tadej’s smiling face with his eyes, committing it to memory like he’s done a thousand times before. “Where’s my present?” he asks, teasing, and the smile-lines around Tadej’s eyes deepen.
“Have you looked in your bag since you arrived?”
“I packed my own bag…”
Tadej laughs, says, “I may have hidden something in the bottom.”