The couch had needed to go. Eivind reminded him that had access to a furniture company and the discount had been good. Nothing to worry about when it was something they needed. Eivind didn't quite like the smells of the new couches just yet, unfamiliar to him, but it was better than old blood and sickness. They could add their own smells to it later but on their own terms. He'd picked someone similar to the old and Blue seemed pleased with it even though he hadn't picked it out. Eivind didn't think he'd need to. He'd added his personal touches to other things in the house, Eivind content to let him put art up wherever he'd like or paint the walls if he even wished.<br/><br/>Eivind took over in the kitchen, Blue heading upstairs to make himself more presentable than the last time he'd encountered his parents. There wasn't much for him to do but he was determined to leave the food, worried it would do something unpredictable if he did. When Blue came back down he was dressed, looking very much like he wanted to be<i>undressed</i>, but Eivind knew they wouldn't have the time. It didn't stop him from allowing Blue to give him the attention he perpetually craved. A knock would put a halt to it all and Blue went on to answer the door, Eivind willing his semi-hard erection to come back at a more appropriate time.<br/><br/>Blue got the family comfortable in the living room before calling him over. He wasn't surprised to see that Blue's father hadn't come. It was somewhere between relief for himself and solemness for his mate. He thought they had a better chance of making the best of their evening without his presence but he could guess that Blue would be a little disappointed. Eivind thanked the others for coming. He wasn't known for his planning skills and it had been a spur of the moment decisions, brought on when he saw all the empty spaces on his new living room set. Made for entertaining a family.<br/><br/>“Hope it wasn't too hard to find,” he said, knowing they lived in the middle of nowhere. “Blue made stew.” He brought them glasses of water and wiped down the table in the dining room, rarely used because it was mostly just the two of them and Sig when he was around. He was still a little bit off in his gait, something explained away as a work-related injury. Eivind didn't want to make it seem too serious or that he was irresponsible. They'd already seen Blue's scars and he didn't want them to assume he lived some sort of dangerous lifestyle even if that was the case. It would be hard for them to understand his devotion and desire to protect Blue when they couldn't have the entire story.<br/><br/>They sat on the couches and made small-talk until the food was ready. It was still a little uncomfortable with Katherine, but not nearly as much as it would have been with Louis there, he was sure, picking apart his home. He could still see her doing it too, paying attention to the painted banister that had been one of Blue's first 'jobs'.<br/><br/><i>It really was beautifully done. Exactly what the home needed to break up the unimaginative space.</i><br/><br/>Eivind had been speaking the truth. They just didn't specify that it had been his home. He remembered Blue working on it though, the two of them just barely starting to understand one another as his young lover was healing. He froze a little bit, unsure how she was going to process all of that, especially knowing that some of it had been fabrication on their part. He'd known that bringing the family into the home would be laying some of it out for them. He just hoped it had been the right decision.