Ziggy sat quietly with Mick, relaxing and trying to project that on the others. They needed it for sure.

"No one has ever called me an uncle." Torden chuckled as he worked on getting the tangles out of Hjalmar's hair. He knew that the Swede would start feeling a little better after the drink then maybe a little food to help if his stomach was up for it.

"You can always come find me. Ansgar does too when he's had too much." Torden leaned forward and kissed the back of Hjalmar's neck while he finished getting the tangles out. The Dane would mother hen anyone he really cared about, especially anyone who was a lover or close.