Fredrik just sighed and didn't really know what to do because he too was trashed just as much as Mikkel was, yet he wasn't crying. He grabbed the phone and realised it was still connected. Oh fuck---how long had Isamu been on the other end.

"Yeah? I'm here---Isamu? Mikkel is feeling a bit upset so I'm looking after him."

The Swede was gently stroking Mikkel's hair as he spoke on the phone.