Hans Larsson

"I miss all three of us on stage." Rik smiled and meant the two guitars and bass. It had been a riot then, that that it wasn't now too. Having Hans around was those first goof memories that Rik had made when he left home.

Rik gave Hans another gentle hug when he saw his expression fall. "You need to." Rik glanced at Billy and then at Aarne who nodded. "Come on. We'll all go."

Rik took Hans' hand, more like a kid would than a romantic, then he tugs Hans toward the door, glancing again at Billy to see if he wanted to come along.