"I can carry my old man to bed if need be but thanks anyway, mate."

Mick was happy to get Ted to bed if Aarne wanted to spend time with Joe or something else. He'd driven them there and back with no mean feat of having a car stuffed full of rowdy rockstars.

"I'm not a grouchy daddy, you mouthy brat."

Sigurd smiled anyway and kissed Mikkel on the cheek, stroking his hair before moving to open the side door to get out. Ulrik shifted on Mick's lap and readied himself to get out.