"It's really fucked that I can tell the social norms to fuck off and then my own mind tells me to die and I want to listen." It wasn't exactly that black and white but it was as good of an explanation as any.

Rekker shrugged at Hans. "I like being alone. I don't like people in my house or space."

In general, that was true. Bjorn, in Rekker's mind was now part of his living space in an odd way. It wasn't that he didn't see the singer as a person, he definitely saw him as an incredible person, but that he was not an outside person. Hexed fell into that same strange void, so did Robert. Most people though, Rekker didn't want them around at all.