"You know all about my brother. He sits in his room with Gilly getting smashed on red wine and doing who knows what. I don't want to know! But yes, we certainly have our share of crazy boys in the bands I see. I'm glad I came and met you."

Erik glanced down slightly, blushing that he admitted it openly. He believed in truth and saying what he thought so it was only natural to tell the Brit what feelings he had. His fingers teasing through the strands gently as he sighed.

"Aquavit is strong and kicks like mula---a mule. I heard a few of the Brits got trashed and woke up with sore heads. One even flashed his cock at Aarne and had to be carried back to his room."

The Swede giggled at that and knew the Brits weren't used to the strong Scandi shit as Viktor called it. Robert didn't drink much and Erik nodded, trying to understand the man a bit more every time he spent a moment with him.

"Before Aarne burst into my room I was sketching as I usually do before I go to bed. I was even in my pyjamas!"