"I love you too, Mikkel. You're a cute Danish bun."

Fredrik giggled and then popped Mikkel on the nose with his fingertip just as the elevator reached the top floor. Soul mates sounded right and the bassist loved having the Dane around for fun crazy times.

"He takes care of Hjalmar which really helps because we all know he's got a drink problem. Sven tries talking sense into him but he's a stubborn drunk bastard. Doesn't listen to anyone. Maybe Torden can make him see what he's doing to himself."

Fredrik was worried that Hjalmar would end up seriously hurting himself if he fell over drunk or something worse. The balcony picnic sounded so good right now.