Hans Larsson

"You think we should? Maybe that's not a bad idea, Aarne. Shall we hug, Hunter? Just like old times, kära."

Hans using his loving pet name he had for the singer when they used to be together. "Dear one." The guitarist pulled the singer gently towards him with his strong arms feeling Hunter melt under his ex-lover and then grab onto Hans in a firm embrace. It felt good having the singer in his arms after such a long time and he couldn't help but sniff and feel tears well up in his own eyes. Hans, the usual stoic man, was just overcome by emotion.

"Du är vacker och kommer alltid att vara för mig, raring."

The words causing Hunter to choke up and caress the larger blond's hair.