Hans Larsson

Hans felt like laughing a little at Billy's attempt to usher his younger brother out of the room. It was cute. The older Swede feeling some of the tears dry on his face as he wiped at it. He still had his hand attached to Hunter's knee as he moved it up to clasped the singer's hand softly.

"Kul att se dig igen, Hunter. Mitt hjärta värkte efter dig när du åkte. Den dagen på sjukhuset kändes det som om jag dog där inne."

The singer's brown eyes watering up once more at his past lover's words. Hunter had to leave because he blamed himself. For all the unwanted attention in the streets from thugs who took pleasure in beating up feminine men. Queers they called them. Weirdos and sickos. Hunter wanted Hans to be safe but all he had brought was pressure from society. At least that's what he had thought for all these years.

"Jag vill vara din vän. Även om du har en ny man nu tror jag att du är modig och en bra man."

Han's words caused the singer to pull the guitarist into a hug.