"You can't? It is fucking noisy I know that much with the tarts squealing and the loud ones screaming all the time too. But I still manage to drift off."

Sigurd didn't even know what he could say to Mikkel's words because it wasn't his fault he was away on stage performing because that was his job. Nothing could change that. The needy brat would just have to put up with it until Sigurd came off stage to meet up with him.

"I can't fucking help doing my job, brat. You're such a needy bitchy boy, Mikkel but---but I fucking love your brat ass. You know that? I think about you all the time even on stage strumming the thick strings of my bass. Just coming off stage to meet back up with you gives me a thrill nothing else has ever done."

The Swede was adamant in this as he continued to try and calm the agitated brat, rubbing Mikkel's thigh.

"I get bored waiting for you to come off that fucking pole too you know."