Hans Larsson

Hans watched the punks walk off up the escalator together to meet with their bands and friends while he mulled over Aarne's words. The part about Hunter finding someone else caused a pang of pain but he knew this day would come. The man would move on as he should. There was no way that he could expect Hunter to hang on to a memory forever. It had been nearly three years.

"Jag förväntar mig att han har en ny man nu. Han är stilig och varmhjärtad."

He swallowed thickly and could feel the nerves well up inside as the escalator neared to where Hunter would be. Holding onto Aarne's shoulder the Swede offered up a friendly smile.

"Är hans nya man högljudd? Jag måste träffa hans nye man. Vad gäller dig? Vem är din nya kärlek, Aarne?"

Hans knew Aarne would have someone by now. He just had to.