"I..." Mikkel suddenly felt ashamed though surely Sigurd had noticed that he snores and sounds strange breathing when he's sleeping. "After Rik's father broke my nose things smell.. different. A lot of smells bother me."

He smiled a little at the kiss to his forehead and felt his heart pounding when Sigurd turned around. He touched the hair and felt the tangles.

"Don't you brush it?" It was so tangled. "Wait."

Mikkel stepped out of the shower and came back a few moments later with a detangling spray and his shampoo which was more woodsey; cedar and cranberry. "This will help."

He felt like taking care if Sigurd. It felt right since the Swede was always helping him. It was somethibg small but it was all Mikkel felt like he could do.