Rex couldn't help but hold Ansgar close as they walked, playfully tugging on his hair lightly because it was so soft and fluffy. The Dane had beautiful hair and the Brit just wanted to touch it. Being drunk he couldn't stop himself.

"That might be best. I don't think I can walk straight up all these stairs."

Pushing the button on the elevator both men waited for it while swaying slightly. Rex holding Ansgar close to him with an arm around the Dane's shoulder, falling into the shorter man and then feeling some of that hair tickle his nose.

"Your hair is tickling my nose---"