sitting leant against a trunk by a secluded brook, staring up at the droplets clinging to the leafs of the tree.

sitting cross-legged on a bench in a public park, absently looking at the lit streetlight above him.

sits in an armchair in his quiet living-room, a book opened on his lap. He's leaning over it, reading slowly through the printed words.

relaxing on his couch, eyes closed and black metal screaming loudly out of the stereo system.

stretches lazily on his bed and hugs a pillow close, a few emptied coffee cups on his night table. He'd been here all day.

took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air as he wandered about on a foreign countryside.

woke slowly, taking a moment to remember what happened last night. He hummed quietly at that, wrapping his arm tighter around the Dane.

sat outside a cafè, further North than where he usually went. He watched some birds hop around while drinking of his warm coffee.

sits at home watching the song contest Melodi Grand Prix with interest.

had texted both Sweden and Denmark to meet him at a café, where he was currently waiting at a table.