"Hey, you didn't ruin anything. Calm down, brat. Not everyone likes being held in certain ways and I'm sorry. How about we move on? I want to spend the evening with you and I care about what you want and feel. You don't need to hide yourself from me."

The Swede felt bad for the Dane who was now covering his face and laying on the bed. The poor kid. What the fuck did happen in his past? Some fucked up shit probably and the very idea sent anger through the Swede's being. Mikkel was damaged and an emotional teen and the bassist would have to deal with it by being calm and rational.

"Come on, brat. How about we have another drink?"

Picking up both glasses, Sig then poured out some booze in both, patting Mikkel's arm softly to pass him his drink.