Rekker held Bjorn but couldn't help the laugh that slipped out.
"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.
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"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.