The Swede went to pick the Brit's phone up but Rekker was already reaching down. Did he not like elevators? The Swede didn't mind them but he'd rather be outside running around since there wasn't much you could do inside an elevator anyway. Except drink and try and bounce off the shiny metal walls.

"Rekker?"

Bjorn could see the panic written all over the ginger's face as he wasn't sure why the man was panicking. Was he claustrophobic? But then he'd travelled up in the elevator in the first place and hadn't taken the stairs. The singer didn't know what else to say because his mind was already going back to those horrific scars on Rekker's arms. Shit. The guy had tried to kill himself or harm himself at least. Fuck. Not wanting to think about that he just pushed himself towards the back of the elevator wall.

"We meet again, sockerkakor."