Mikkel was dragging Syn and Fredrik toward the apartments but stopped to talk to Ivar. "I don't need yours. My brother has even more than you."

Mikkel then was squealing at the ear kiss. He was squirming but had started to walk again.

Syn shrugged but was laughing at being dragged around by his hand. "I think we all are?"

The American felt a little shy but with Mikkel and Fredrik there it wasn't as bad.