Fredrik's face fell when Mikkel started to cry loudly. Oh no---what? The Swede picked up the phone now shoved towards him not knowing what to say. It wasn't funny anymore--not now that Mikkel was upset.

"Maybe I--I don't know, Brain boy. But I have to go now. Mikkel needs me---bye."

The Swede was too focused on helping his drunk emotional friend and had forgot to end the call because he was totally drunk. The phone now slipping down onto the floor with a soft thump still connected to Isamu.

"Mikkel? Hej, I am here for you, Min vän. Do not cry."

Had Isamu upset him? Fredrik now holding onto the Dane massaging his back.