We got back home. How we did, I'm not really sure.
As per usual, we sat in the living room for a while to sober up while debriefing each other about the night. You know that kind of after-party sobering up in which you manage to articulate suprisingly deep ideas? Yeah, it was like that.
I think everything in Norway is standardised, especially the living rooms. One must have a couch and that couch must be L-shaped.
I would sit on the 'normal part of the couch'. But Sofie loved to lie on the L-shaped part of the couch and stretch her long legs out.
It was then that I realized that it might have been subconscious domination tactic. I wasn't too sure, but I also wasn't taking any chances. In order to make sure that I was The Man of The House™ I would manspread as much as I could, not that Sofie noticed anyway since I'm not very flexible.
I gave up defending the patriachy and headed to my room. I bade Sofie goodnight and left her dominating the couch. She had her eyes closed but I knew she was awake because she was smiling out of the corner of her mouth, the corner with some kebab left on it. She looked happy - like a sunbather in the south.