Hans Larsson

Bjorn is way too high and trashed to be talking about anything as deep as religion right now. He wants to get out of this elevator and find the nearest bar because his throat tickled from where he swallowed some of the cocaine dust snorted up his nose. He stuck his tongue out at Rekker because he was aiming to be polite. Yes, him polite. In a blond way.

"I never said I found your body disgusting, babe. When the fuck did I even say that? Never. You just made that up. Not fair. I ran because---"

He turned and slammed his palm up against the cool metal wall of the elevator and sucked in a harsh breath. Fuck. The emotion now amplified because of the coke. He wanted to speak but all that came out was a weak croak.

"I ran because it reminded me of my brother taking his own life. It fucked me up for a long time and still does. Ok? That's why I fucking ran!"

Bjorn just sank to the floor, shoving his head in his hands. He was high but sometimes he mixed pills and shit in with the coke and it fucked with his head.