Hans Larsson

"My brother named me Rekker." It was still an important name and the one he used. Leaning into the Swede he took a breath, deeply exhaling to try and calm the emotions. "I wreck everything."

And he has affection for the name, would never stop using it because it was true. He doesn't quite notice the touch to his hair but it's soft and the curls a bit bouncy under the Swede's fingers. Eventually he notices, watching the fingers in his hair.

As suddenly as his rage usually came on he started laughing. His emotions flipped in ways outside observers sometimes perceived as seeming crazy. "Your hair is still shitty."

It doesn't come out insulting this time, more the teasing you'd give a friend over the one thing that annoyed you about them sometimes.