"Well, now I have. You're a söt fluffig farbror. Cute fluffy uncle."

Hjalmar was starting to feel a little better now that Torden was looking after him, brushing his hair and genuinely being a nice guy. The drunk had been looked after by Sven or Ivar many a time but it was nice for a handsome guy like Torden to do it since the Swede fancied him.

"Is that an invitation?"

The kiss caused the Swede to shiver slightly because those lips on his neck felt really good. The interview was today and Hjalmar was no way in the mood to answer shitty questions if they were fired at him.

"I'm wondering who will show their ass to the camera first."