Hans Larsson

Aarne giggled even more. "He's still the same shy boy no one expects to cause the chaos he does. Painfully cute and he's learned a couple more instruments."

Aarne was catching them up as he gets in the elevator with Hans, basking in his usual close and touching nature with Hans. Aarne leaned in to whisper.

"He fucks enough to keep me happy." The Fin knew he was notorious for being all over the place. "He's perfect, Hans... so fucking perfect. I..." Aarne buried his face in Hans' neck like a blushing teen. "I.. think I love him, really love him."