Hans Larsson

Hans wanted to reach out and touch Hunter's arm or any part of the younger Swede because it hurt just sitting watching the man break down. Nearly three years of no contact and it was all coming back in floods of emotion for both men. Billy was ready to usher his younger brother out of the room once he got out of the shower and dressed. Taking him downstairs to the bar would be the best idea.

"I wanted to see you again, Hunter. It's been too long and---I'm your friend."

The guitarist gently reached over to touch Hunter's knee, hoping the touch wouldn't cause the singer to flee. Hunter sniffed onto Aarne's now soaked arm and looked up through his ruined make-up. His eyeliner smudged and his hair a mess. The touch felt welcome as he grabbed Hans' hand and squeezed gently.

"Jag har saknat dig också. Det var ett efter att jag lämnade dig. Mitt hjärta var tomt länge. Det fanns ingen annan."

Hunter using his native tongue, knowing that both Rik and Aarne would understand.