Hans Larsson

"It has been painful without you, Hans. I have Gilly now but before---the gap after you left was a void of emptiness."

Hunter touching Hans on his arm, squeezing it, not letting go in fear of this being some realistic dream induced by too many glasses of red wine. The arm was real as was the company of the Hammers around them both. Hans smiled warmly and nodded. It was the same for him, even worse because he had his PTSD. He still suffered with nightmares but didn't want to tell Hunter that now.

"My band helped me through bad times."

The singer patting both Aarne and Rik on the shoulder.