Rekker sighed while pulling up to the house. "It's the hospital or a prison. I've been through this before."

He glanced at the Swede full of worry and paranoia and anger. He leaned over and kissed Bjorn's cheek before getting out. "Let's go inside."

Once he stepped out of the car the ginger looked around critically. He was still worried that someone was going to injure Bjorn. It was for the best there was no paparazzi around or the ginger would tear them apart.