Vars patted Viktor's cheek roughly, but lovingly. "I know. Wife threw out like trash. Call me same things. Leave wound in man don't heal right." Vars stared up at the Brit and could almost sense the pressure; maybe it was Viktor's body language or his own experience. "Had more people, make wound worse."
He was trying to tell Viktor he understood in a small way but the bassist could barely fathom what it would be like to have so many people turn on him like his wife had, so many people that were supposed to care. He did smile and lean into the punk, amused. "I not read English. We start again. You learn Norwegian. I teach."
He meant it because he could see that annoyance with his weakness. Vars felt annoyance too because he couldn't be understood as much as he wanted, needed. He needed to be understood by Viktor in ways that had never mattered before when he was speaking English.
"IF world not make bastard, then I not like much." That was the truth. Vars certainly had no attraction to softer or less rebellious people. "Other people, they fuck off. Next try spit on, I stab in face."
There's rage to those words. A protectiveness that Vars had aalways had and being abandoned by Trine only made it more extreme. "They drittsekk. Nothing. You famous singer. Assholes still shit. You better, stronger man."
Vars would have held Viktor with the other punk's head on his shoulder or something equally, well soppy, but height didn't accommodate that since Vars barely stood past Viktor's shoulders. It didn't matter though and he let go of Viktor's hand to pull him into a tight, bearish hug.
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He was trying to tell Viktor he understood in a small way but the bassist could barely fathom what it would be like to have so many people turn on him like his wife had, so many people that were supposed to care. He did smile and lean into the punk, amused. "I not read English. We start again. You learn Norwegian. I teach."
He meant it because he could see that annoyance with his weakness. Vars felt annoyance too because he couldn't be understood as much as he wanted, needed. He needed to be understood by Viktor in ways that had never mattered before when he was speaking English.
"IF world not make bastard, then I not like much." That was the truth. Vars certainly had no attraction to softer or less rebellious people. "Other people, they fuck off. Next try spit on, I stab in face."
There's rage to those words. A protectiveness that Vars had aalways had and being abandoned by Trine only made it more extreme. "They drittsekk. Nothing. You famous singer. Assholes still shit. You better, stronger man."
Vars would have held Viktor with the other punk's head on his shoulder or something equally, well soppy, but height didn't accommodate that since Vars barely stood past Viktor's shoulders. It didn't matter though and he let go of Viktor's hand to pull him into a tight, bearish hug.