The thing is, Even had done
more than his fair share of online stalking of
Isak way back when he first overheard Isak’s name. Now, though, they’d
been living together for a few gloriously domestic months and Even felt like he
knew Isak better than he sometimes even knew himself.
So - sue him - he had forgotten just how tiny Isak had once been.
Which is why, when Jonas posted that throwback photo of him and Isak out of nowhere, Even almost swallowed his tongue. He had been chilling on the bed; just messing around on his phone while Isak finished getting ready to go to Sana’s for the Eid celebration.
He had in no way been prepared for the photo of Isak, probably about 15, in a dark navy coat that looked like it was drowning him.
“What the fuck, Isak!” Even spluttered, trying to get his breath back.
“You said I could borrow this shirt!” Isak protested from across the room and Even snapped his gaze up from his phone because if anything was going to get him looking away from baby faced Isak it was the thought of his Isak wearing his clothes.
“Neeeeeeeeei,” Even rolled his eyes, thrusting his phone out for Isak to look at. Isak squinted at Even’s screen, absently ruffling his hair as he leaned forwards. After a few seconds of looking Isak’s mouth pulled up into a grin.
“I remember that day.” Isak grinned to himself and went back to getting ready. “We were so young, Ev, it’s so crazy to think about. So much has changed since that photo, y’know?” Isak shook his head, as if he could shake off the nostalgia.
Even nodded, smiling to himself as he watched Isak potter around their tiny living room/bedroom.
“I totally get it. It’s like: because you took that photo that version of Isak will always be trapped in time somewhere.” Even wasn’t sure he explained it well, but Isak seemed to understand because he nodded along.
Even was about to continue when a movement on his phone screen caught his attention. He tapped the screen to light it back up and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow down his pained noise.
“Isak, your friends are trying to kill me.” Even whined, tossing his phone onto the bed.