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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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.