Rekker's fingers felt nice against his face and Bjorn could do nothing but sigh and kiss some of the Brit's fingers. The Swede desperately wanted Rekker to stay and not to be taken away like some deranged criminal. Fuck it all.

"Yeah I won't drink until after I've shaved you, babe. I do care about that."

The Swede might be a trashy drunk but he knew of the dangers around razors and alcohol. He'd never endanger Rekker's life being smashed and holding a sharp razor around the man's neck. Kissing Rekker on the lips, Bjorn then stroked some of the guitarist's long ginger tresses.