"I'm not scared of you." He wasn't. It wasn't Sigurd at all. He just didn't like the feeling of the weight and his arms being trapped. It overwhelmed him but he didn't have the words for what was going on inside right now. The hug felt good though and he leaned into it.

"I should apologize when I screw things up." Those words were his past welling up too. He didn't want the Swede to go away and sort of frowned as he went to the other bed. Without a word he slid across the bed and got into Sigurd's lap, curled up so that he could about fit his whole body against Sigurd's chest. He needed to calm down and this helped when he was panicking in general.