"Yes, but you have me and others that will help protect you now too, Mikkel. Don't be alone."

Fredrik pulled Mikkel in for a quick hug, holding the taller boy close as he slowly let go, offering a friendly smile. He loved the Dane and wouldn't let anyone hurt him. Stroking his friend's hand with his own, Fredrik then punched the button pad on the elevator to get it moving.

"You might like meatballs. That's a staple in our country."