Hans Larsson

Rekker pulled Bjorn in, wrapping his arms around him and pulling the singer's head to his shoulder. He's a warm man, out of his mind and depressed, hateful and aggressive toward himself but other people can get past his walls and anger sometimes. Bjorn is slipping past and Rekker lets out another breath to try and steady his mind.

If someone opened the door that Rekker was leaning against he might explode. He's still unstable and tenuously holding in the emotional storm he feels.

"Derek?" Rekker says the name quietly. He wraps Bjorn up tighter, protectively. Rekker has been in so many dark places and while he is vicious with himself over them, and even toward others on occasionally, he's trying to bring the Swede around. He'd rather deal with the bitch that this crashed out version.