"He did? Fuck. That's rough, Mikkel. Does dirty daddy know about this or are you afraid he'll get too angry and smash the place up?"

Fredrik knew of Sigurd's temper and understood that he didn't take things like this very well at all. Bjorn had spoken of how angry the Swede bassist got when riled up. Perhaps Mikkel was doing the best thing by not telling his dirty daddy.

"Yeah, we can eat on the balcony."

The Swede kissed Mikkel's shoulder as they walked, watching the young Dane light up. Maybe he did what Sigurd did when stressed and just smoked and drank more.

"Can I smoke too? I left my packet back at the hotel and I think Ivar used them up."