Hans Larsson

Aarne wrapped his arms around Hunter to let him cry it out. He gave Rik a knowing look because this might take some time. The men needed to go at their own pace and the two younger band members were their for support and to help them feel safe.

Rik sat there with Hans stroking his hair like he was a child that needed comfort. The young guitarist had been the one crying on Hans before, when he was younger, it was only fair to offer the same support now. Both the boys waiting for the older band members to come around.