Hans Larsson

Hans just stood there a little nervous about meeting Rik once more after such an absence but knew it would do him good to see the young man once more. The Dane looked a little shocked but this was to be expected since it had been a long time and Hans had nearly died.

"Hell again, Rik. Det er godt at se dig igen."

He switched to Rik's own language in the little Danish that he knew. It might be a little more comforting for the boy since hearing his old friend speak his language could help ease the meeting.

"Jeg hører, du spiller flere instrumenter. Du har også en flot kæreste."