"You do that ans I'm throwing you in the snow." Rekker grinned because he had a habit if tossing the Swede on his ass. Nothing harmful; in the water, on to the bed, ... and maybe into the snow too.

"I'm a traditionalist." Rekker meant it. Love meant getting married and he had milled over Bjorn being male for a long time. His heart won out over his anxiety in the end. He leaned in, whispering, half singing to Bjorn.. what must be song lyrics for the pace of them.

"In a world of doubt and danger, you see it everywhere
Your friends turn into strangers, does anybody care
But when all hope is lost, I'm gonna be there, whatever the cost
When you feel lost
Someone to hold you with all of their might
Through the darkness night, I'll be there
I'll fight hell to hold you, no river too deep or mountain high
I'll fight hell to hold you by my side
I'm gonna fight hell to hold you, till time stands still and worlds collide"

Music was easier for Rekker when he got this far into his emotions.