"I try to understand but it's all fucking complicated. I--I don't even know. Just---don't go, babe. Please?"

Bjorn wiped his eyes which were now streaked with eyeshadow and make-up. Sitting together and sharing a drink sounded a good thing about now because the Swede was distraught with worry surrounding Rekker's future with the law. Fucking piece of shit cops! The ginger was a good man.

"I'll shave your caveman stubble off then give you a nice hair wash. How does that sound?"

The Swede wanted to pamper his tired fiance because of all the shit he'd been through in the last few days.