"It's alright, Mikkel. You don't need to be scared with me."

The poor kid. Sigurd just wrapped his arms around the scared teen as he just wanted to hold the brat for a moment or two before drinking anymore. It was a bit of a shock for both men and the Swede just guessed it was because they hadn't know each other long. Finding out what each liked was a start in any relationship. Nuzzling into that long blond hair, Sig sighed.

"You silly, brat. Don't apologise because it's best we be honest with each other if we are going to get closer. I like you and I care about you."

Taking a sip of his drink, Sig then sat back onto the bed opposite hoping Mikkel would be ok. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out his smokes, passing the pack to the Dane. Maybe sharing a smoke together would help too.