Hans Larsson

"I'll show you the fucking glam bullshit out here." Rekker mentions as he shifts, finally becoming aware of how uncomfortable the metal door is against his back. "I'd never let those bastards in my car."

His hate has a lot of different facets to it that he isn't about to explain. Rekker gave Bjorn a shove right out of his lap for that blown kiss, though he can feel some heat in his cheeks. It's been a long time since anyone got this close to him that wasn't family. His last stint with mental health had thrown him into intense isolation.

"You're a fucking bitchy whore." Rekker's trying not to laugh when he says it this time. He's slower to stand, leg and hip tingling from being asleep as he gets back to his feet.