"Fuck this! Whatever the fuck this is. I'm not going anywhere, honey. So you can forget about that shit right now."
Bjorn just wiped his face with the back of his hand, smudging his already ruined make-up, and frowning at the depressed man in front of him. Fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do? He wasn't even ready to deal with this crap and yet---he loved the man. Hans might be right. Maybe he wasn't ready for this.
"You're not dead. You're alive and I need you to stay alive because I fucking love you and so does your brother and all the band members. We fucking need your ginger ass in our lives whether you like it or not."
The Swede becoming angry and frustrated more out of fear and hurt than anything else. What the fuck was he supposed to do? The blond sniffing and then going to push on the man's back in encouragement because fuck it if he was going to leave Rekker to mope on the porch alone.
"Get up. Come on, babe----you don't need to be like this! I am not leaving you alone so get that in your thick ginger skull."
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Date: 2021-10-30 08:18 pm (UTC)Bjorn just wiped his face with the back of his hand, smudging his already ruined make-up, and frowning at the depressed man in front of him. Fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do? He wasn't even ready to deal with this crap and yet---he loved the man. Hans might be right. Maybe he wasn't ready for this.
"You're not dead. You're alive and I need you to stay alive because I fucking love you and so does your brother and all the band members. We fucking need your ginger ass in our lives whether you like it or not."
The Swede becoming angry and frustrated more out of fear and hurt than anything else. What the fuck was he supposed to do? The blond sniffing and then going to push on the man's back in encouragement because fuck it if he was going to leave Rekker to mope on the porch alone.
"Get up. Come on, babe----you don't need to be like this! I am not leaving you alone so get that in your thick ginger skull."