The Swede was too angry to hear Rekker utter his name before his head snapped around to glance upon the poor tired ginger. He looked awful. No wonder because those fucking pigs had him locked up in a stupid prison cell! If only the Swede had been down at that station too---he would have kicked up an almighty shitstorm. Robert probably knew this.

"Babe?---Fuck, I was worried about you and---those fucking pigs!"

Bjorn couldn't help it as he started to cry, tears now streaming down his cheeks because he had been so worried about everything, wondering if he'd see Rekker again. What if they shoved him inside and threw away the key? He was innocent! Throwing himself at the ginger Brit, Bjorn could smell the odour from Rekker but didn't care right now. He just wanted his fiance safe.

"You----you need a wash. But...I'm glad you're here."

The Swede sniffing and burying his face in Rekker's chest.