Rekker just wrapped his arms around Bjorn tightly, burying his face against Bjorn's cheek. He was worried that he was about to go to jail but Bjorn was safe and that was all that matters right now.
"I love you." Rekker kissed Bjorn's cheek. He didn't want to let go but he knew he would have to.
Bjorn didn't want to let Rekker go in fear of him being snatched away or some other crazy thing happening. Fuck the thugs and cockheads! Erik would rest up and have his sötnos to look after him at the bedside. It was cute.
"I love you so much."
Washing the blood and sweat off would be a good thing and it might help settle Rekker down after his ordeal with the thugs.
He held him for quite awhile before pulling away to scratch at the dry blood on his arm. The sticky dryness irritated him for the same reasons hairspray did, or some of the same reasons.
"I need to get this off." His voice was suddenly desperate as he scratched at his arms. It suddenly felt all wrong and that was his mind coming down from adrenaline to realize what kind of state he was in.
Bjorn didn't even want to know who's blood it was but he guessed it belonged to one of the thugs Rekker beat up. Sighing, the Swede kissed his ginger on the cheek before moving away so that the Brit could undress or do what he needed to do. Just giving Rekker space was something Bjorn wanted to do right now after the shitshow earlier on.
"You're not alone in this, babe. I'm here and----Erik will be ok. He'll be up and about in no time drawing cocks again."
Rekker was so out of it that he had forgotten about getting into the shower, he was mostly undressed. The guitarist was in a bad way, his mind getting stuck in loops of thoughts. Rekker eventually stopped when he felt the burn of scratching himself so hard blood welled up. He needs serious help right now because he can't think straight as the events of earlier, and the thoughts around them, started to filter back in.
"Babe, don't hurt yourself like that. You're scratching and making yourself bleed."
Bjorn was worried about the state of Rekker's mental health right now and wondered if he'd be able to cope with the ginger or if he was going into a meltdown. Robert was on the end of a phone but the Swede knew he had to try first. Placing his hand on Rekker's face, Bjorn kissed the Brit and sighed.
Rekker looked down at the blood on his hands and arm with a frown. The touch though, he leaned his cheek into it and nodded. All the dry skin was making him feel itchy everywhere.
"It's been bloody all day." Rekker had seen Erik's blood, his own, other people's. It was overwhelming for him and he was trying his best not to think about it too much.
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"I love you." Rekker kissed Bjorn's cheek. He didn't want to let go but he knew he would have to.
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"I love you so much."
Washing the blood and sweat off would be a good thing and it might help settle Rekker down after his ordeal with the thugs.
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"I need to get this off." His voice was suddenly desperate as he scratched at his arms. It suddenly felt all wrong and that was his mind coming down from adrenaline to realize what kind of state he was in.
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Bjorn didn't even want to know who's blood it was but he guessed it belonged to one of the thugs Rekker beat up. Sighing, the Swede kissed his ginger on the cheek before moving away so that the Brit could undress or do what he needed to do. Just giving Rekker space was something Bjorn wanted to do right now after the shitshow earlier on.
"You're not alone in this, babe. I'm here and----Erik will be ok. He'll be up and about in no time drawing cocks again."
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Bjorn was worried about the state of Rekker's mental health right now and wondered if he'd be able to cope with the ginger or if he was going into a meltdown. Robert was on the end of a phone but the Swede knew he had to try first. Placing his hand on Rekker's face, Bjorn kissed the Brit and sighed.
"Come on, let's get this blood off you."
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"It's been bloody all day." Rekker had seen Erik's blood, his own, other people's. It was overwhelming for him and he was trying his best not to think about it too much.