The comment broke his nervousness with a laugh as he stepped aside, opening the door farther, to point out the table with a pile of vodka bottles.
"You don't know my brother. He hoards vodka like a dragon with gold." Truth was that Mikkel wanted to stay in his own space. He needed that comfort and with Torden around it was unlikely Ansgar would be back anytime soon. The two older Danes missed each other way too much. He stood there with the door open, free hand with a death grip on the door handle and the other still in the bassist's. He wasn't sure what to do now, drinks?
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"You don't know my brother. He hoards vodka like a dragon with gold." Truth was that Mikkel wanted to stay in his own space. He needed that comfort and with Torden around it was unlikely Ansgar would be back anytime soon. The two older Danes missed each other way too much. He stood there with the door open, free hand with a death grip on the door handle and the other still in the bassist's. He wasn't sure what to do now, drinks?