So just pull the trigger.

4. He sure is a beautiful man

Misha sat at his computer checking his emails while Joni was still finishing up his packing. The younger man had already spent the previous evening on the task, there had been three bags then and when Misha had wondered about the quantity, Joni had managed to narrow them down to two. Now that they should have already been on their way, Joni had wanted to do the last-minute checking. Misha set an absence notification to his e-mail account and glanced at his boyfriend who now seemed to be contemplating between two pairs of shoes. Sighing, Misha turned on his chair observing Joni silently for a while, apparently, the restriction to two bags was giving him trouble.

"Are you going to be ready soon?" Misha asked, cocking his brow. "We have a long drive ahead of us," he reminded him.

"I'll be ready in just a moment", Joni assured him, returning to his wardrobe. Misha got up deciding to look through Joni's bags himself, what on earth was he packing with?

"We're only gone for ten days", Misha reminded him, Joni's bag was full of different shirts, at least he had the correct number of socks and underwear for each day, but Misha seriously thought he wouldn't need all the other clothes he had packed with. "Do you really need this many clothes?" Joni turned, looked at him, and the content of his bag, Misha felt amused seeing the confused look on his boyfriend's face.

"Well... It's not the question of need but the question of choice." Joni explained, walked over to him, and chose one shirt from his bag to be removed which he then replaced with another he had gotten from the closet.

"You do realize that we're mostly staying in the countryside, so I hope you have some outdoor clothes with you as well?"

"Yes, of course, I do," Joni assured. "But we are meeting your friends as well... And I like to look neat." Misha smiled at this.

"And for that, you need fourteen different shirts?" Misha had counted them. "How many pairs of pants have you got?"

"Hmh... Well, a couple of jeans, sweat pants, jogging pants..." Joni said and tried to fit a shoe bag into one of the bigger bags. After a while of observing this attempt, Misha rolled his eyes and went to get the third bag that Joni had ruled out earlier and placed it on the bed in front of him.

"Just use that one, I suppose we can fit it into the car easily..." He said and Joni couldn't help but smile; now he could take yet another pair of shoes with him, just in case! Misha thought it better not to argue about the matter, most likely Joni would find that he wouldn't need half of the stuff he had with him, but if he felt more comfortable having them with him, there was probably no harm either.

It was nine in the morning, and Misha had hoped they'd be on their way sooner, but things just seemed to move at a slower pace with Joni. Jami had cooked them breakfast and packed their sandwiches to take with them on the journey. Ivo helped them carry their bags into the car.

"Did you plan on moving there?" The older man inquired after they had stuffed the trunk full. Misha exchanged amused looks with his brother.

"Well, I don't know about Joni," Misha replied. "I think he did pack a pretty solid survival kit with him."

"Just things that I need," Joni nodded and closed the trunk. They were taking Misha's and Ivo's car, which had more space than Joni's, which they would leave for Ivo's and Jami's use.

"Just be careful," Ivo reminded, patting his brother's back. "Send my greetings and don't lose Joni there." He grinned.

"Of course not, I took a harness with me." Misha nodded and Joni rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's lame joke. Joni hugged Jami and Ivo briefly.