Rekker laid the phone on his chest and rubbed his face with both hands. Why did he always get caught up in the craziness these boys started? There were worse things he supposed.

He let out a breath at these questions. "I'm not the oldest. Devon and Tom are older." He was passing on this question. What did it even mean? He's too hungover to try to think about whether this was even true or not.

"You've been naked with Sigurd and Karl, can't you answer your own questions?" Rekker through the question back to the boys and Mikkel flushed red in the cheeks. He hadn't looked, not that way.

"I've never seen Karl...." Mikkel glanced at Fredrik and shrugged.

Rekker started laughing. "What about your blonde boy there and his brother, or your own brother? Haven't you compared?" He was not even going to go there, as much as it might be funny to have these two call his own brother. Then the Ginger snorted a laugh because he could just imagine the faces of any of the other three.

Mikkel was now red as a tomato because he had thought about Johan too. This was too much and he started to giggle again.