"Ok, sorry I just---I just can't help it because you have an inviting rip in your jeans. Naughty boy!"
Rex giggled but did take his hands away because the Dane made his intentions clear. Even though he was drunk he still didn't push at someone if their advances were unwanted. The bassist's vision began to blur a little as he pushed himself to his feet to grab at the bottle on the table.
"Time for another drink---"
The Brit smirked at Ansgar on the floor but then got his foot caught on the end of the bed where Ronno was snoring loudly. He didn't have time to grab anything because he was so drunk, now flying over, hitting the side of his head on the bedpost.
It wasn't necessarily that the advances were unwanted but the tickling was making it hard to breath. He was still giggling when Rex stood up to stumble off to get a drink. He was watching Rex and trying to sit up but his head was spinning.
However, when he heard the crack of Rex's head on the bedpost he screamed. Like all the other Soerens injuries sometimes set them off and after years of seeing his brother and Rik brutalized the thought of seeing another injury was too much. His adrenaline kicked in and despite his head spinning he pushed himself up.
"Rex!" Drunk, the Dane isn't modulating his voice. It's loud and high pitched with fright.
Mick snorted awake when he thought he heard screaming or what sounded like someone shouting. What? The blond forced himself to wake through his drunken haze and shook his head slightly causing him to clutch it because it felt like a dull piece of lead all thick and achy.
"Fuck---what's going on? Rex? Who's screaming?"
The blond was half awake as he got up, still not realising his was stark naked now moving to see what was going on. Ansgar was on the floor screaming. He shouted Rex didn't he?
"Hey, mate, are you ok? Oh fuck. Rex?--"
Mick saw the figure of Rex slumped on the floor clutching the side of his head, groaning. He was awake but looked like he'd smacked his head on something. Drunk and clumsy? Looked like it.
"Don't worry, mate. I'll get a cold cloth to put on it for the moment---"
Moving to the bathroom, Mick grabbed a cloth and put it under the cold tap before coming back out and pressing it over the bassist's head. He was no doctor or nurse but could see a nasty bruise now developing over the bassist's temple. Ansgar was trashed and had been screaming. Gloria might need to be called because head injuries could be a bitch.
"It's ok I think it's just a bump. No need to get worried, mate."
Ansgar had managed to get to his feet slowly. He was mostly awake but he felt his whole insides twisting up. This much booze and a shot of adrenaline from being scared wasn't the best for his stomach.
By the time Mick had come back with the cloth Ansgar had made it across the room to cradle the bassist's head. It looked bad and Ansgar was starting to panic worse. He'd seen an injury like this once, on his little brother. The Dane is shaking and feeling ill.
"Rex?" The Dane is still worried and in a panic which isn't going to subside soon since it is more than Rex's injury effecting him.
Rex was looking up groggily not even knowing what was going on because he was so drunk and now feeling a hazy fog come over him. There was no pain with his bump because the booze was stopping him from feeling it. In the morning though that would be a different story. What was the time even?
"Hang on, mate. Let me get you something too just in case."
Mick pushing nausea away as he walked back into the bathroom coming back with a large plastic bucket, placing it in front of Ansgar just in case he needed to throw up. Mick offering a hand to Ansgar's shoulder trying to help stave off the Dane's anxiety. The guitarist was doing his best under the circumstances.
"You two are bloody drunk as skunks but then so was I a few hours ago. My head feels like Aarne's smashed his drumsticks over it for five hours. It'll be ok though, Ansgar. No need to panic, mate. I'll phone Gloria to come over here and take care of Princess Rex here."
Rex just groaning but managing a meek smile while reaching out to hold Ansgar's hand, squeezing it.
Ansgar was sobering up fast, too fast probably with how his head was starting to pound from the drink and adrenaline.
It definitely was not ok. This was not ok and the Dane was not going to calm down.
"He needs his head looked at." Ansgar held the Brit's hand but his eyes were wide at the bruise spreading on his temple. That couldn't be good for it to bruise that fast.
Mick knew Ansgar was worried and so would anyone be regarding the bruise. Moving away from both of them the blond began dialling the phone by the door to get Gloria. He wanted to make sure Rex was going to be ok just in case he didn't have concussion or something worse. How hard did he crack his head anyway?
"I've phone Gloria. She's on her way."
Coming back he patted the Dane on the shoulder and then squeezed Rex's arm. These two. Mick hoping he didn't need to grab the bucket himself to spill the contents of his growling stomach. Rex felt himself beginning to feel tired as he slowly began to slump towards Mick.
"Hey, mate. Keep awake, eh? I once had my head cracked by some bastard with a bottle. Ziggy looked after me the whole week until I got better. We're family here and you're going to be ok."
Ansgar patted Rex's face to keep him awake. He'd been here too, waiting with Rik for an ambulance when Mikkel had been beaten severely. He was getting horrible flashbacks to times he'd rather not remember.
"No sleeping." Ansgar was still feeling panic and wondering how bad the wound was.
After a few minutes Gloria came in dressed in a long silk robe. She'd been almost asleep when the call came. From the sound of the wound it wasn't something that should wait for her to dress.
"Let's have a look." She smiles while kneeling down beside Rex to have a look. The Nudity or drunkenness didn't bother her though the amount of drink would play a role in how they attended to the bassist.
She starts by gently touching the wound to make sure there wasn't bone damage.
Rex could feel the slap to his face as he roused himself once more still drunk and slightly confused as to what was happening around him. Mick looked worried and was now holding the bassist's shoulder in support still trying his best not to run off to the toilet.
"Sleeping? You're drunk, you dirty Dane."
Rex's words were shallow and whispered since talking hurt a bit. He didn't even notice Gloria come in but could hear a woman's voice. Mick made space for Gloria but still stayed close by in case any of the boys needed anything.
"I think he fell and hit his head. I was asleep but I heard Ansgar screaming."
Mick just recounting what he heard as he awoke from his drunken slumber. Rex groaning a little and feeling sleepy once more. When Gloria touched the wound the bassist winced a little and moved his head away slightly.
Ansgar knew to keep the Brit awake and talking. "You're the dirty one sticking your hands in my pants."
Even a playful argument would be worthwhile if it kept him awake and safe.
"Rex?" Gloria tried to get the Brit's attention so he would look at her. That would give her an idea of how his eyes looked, how conscious he was, and she might need to test the response of his pupils with a light. The injury looked bad, especially with the location on his head.
Rex was awake but only just as he now felt nauseous. Why did he feel so bad all of a sudden? He was drunk but his head was like lead and all heavy; his hands reaching for the bucket. Mick sensed Rex was about to throw up as he quickly snatched the bucket putting it in front of the bassist. Groaning, Rex just heaved into the bucket and then threw up.
"It's ok, mate. Just let it all out."
Mick offering advice, hoping the bloke would be ok. Gloria was here so at least that was something.
Gloria watched the three and then stood up to go call Robert. She hated to rouse the Brit but it might be better to get Rex checked out rather than leave this go on and have it get worse. With how drunk he was it was hard to tell how bad the injury was.
Ansgar was listening to Gloria's conversation, at least the side he could hear, and stroked Rex's back. "We're going to get you some help. Hang in there."
Mick knew the throwing up could either be due to the booze or maybe Rex's head was worse off than anyone thought. He could have bad concussion or something. The guitarist glad that Gloria and Ansgar were both here for the drunken bassist since this could have happened when he was on his own.
"Robert will get you to the hospital, mate. Listen to Prince Ansgar here. He'll look after your princess ass."
Rex offered Mick a finger and tried to stay awake best he could.
Robert was soon coming in to help Gloria with Rex. He was tired but injuries happened. He had the keys to Rekker's car which would be easier to drive than the limo or one of the bigger vehicles.
"Come on boys." Robert came in and offered Rex his hand as Gloria got in a position to help get him on his feet. "Let's go for a drive."
Ansgar knew they were going to the hospital and he started pulling on the bed to try and get on his feet. He was coming along too.
As soon as Robert walked into the room Mick stood up and quickly pulled on a pair of boxers because he was going to get Weird. The bloke would want to comfort his brother and would likely not be deep asleep since Gloria was over here looking after Rex.
"I'll go and get Weird. He'll want to look after Rex here too. Be back in a minute."
Walking out to get Weird, Mick could feel worry building inside at the state of his friend but knew he was in the best hands. Knocking on the door, Weird answered and looked tired but was wide awake once he listened to what had happened to Rex. He looked like a man on a mission as he was soon at the room with the rest of them.
"You lads will be alright with Robert and Gloria. I'll stay behind because I've done my best and I think I'm about to throw up myself. Bloody Mule..."
Mick quickly dashed into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Rex looked up and saw Weird. His brother looked worried and was now looking to Robert and Gloria.
"Thank you." Gloria told Mick because she had forgotten about her partner because her mind was on Rex.
"I'll stay too." Gloria took Weird's hand and kissed his cheek. She gave over her place helping Rex to her partner and paused before helping Ansgar to his feet. The Dane was up, wavering, but steady enough to walk. Then she was turning to go take care of Mick in the bathroom. This happened sometimes when one or another group of the musicians boozed too hard. She'd spent more than one late night taking care of sick band members.
Ansgar went to get the door so they could head down to the car.
Weird sighed because he knew something like this was bound to happen with all the amounts of booze he was chugging down his neck with the drunken Dane. Rex had no chance of trying to outmatch Ansgar because he was a drunk and was used to the kick of the Mule. Now, Rex was injured due to a drunken fall. Weird was worried and patted Rex on the shoulder.
"Thanks for helping him. He doesn't usually drink this much and I think this was some kind of dare to get me drunk."
That much Weird knew because he'd been drinking with them earlier on before leaving. Then came the tickling and groping. That part he didn't want to see. Glancing towards the bathroom door, Weird knew that Gloria would take good care of Mick who'd had a stomach full too by the sounds of it.
Ansgar felt guilty about what happened to Rex once Weird mentioned the dare. He looked as guilty as he felt while helping the other two get Rex into the elevator and out to the car.
Robert nodded to Weird's comment. "We'll get him taken care of. I'm sure it's just a bad bump."
Weird noticed how Ansgar looked and could see the Dane looking upset about the whole thing. It wasn't his fault because Rex wanted to get smashed and go along with it all. The injury probably was a bad bump but they couldn't be sure until he got his head looked at by the medical professionals.
"You're probably right."
The stoic bassist helping Robert walk Rex towards the car. Rekker's Firebird would get them there quicker. He had to reassure Ansgar though because none of this was his fault.
"Don't feel guilty. Rex is known for getting silly when drunk. He really likes you though and has told me many times about the hairy Dane with the cute boyish smile."
Rex himself not hearing what his brother was saying.
Ansgar crawled into the back of the car but didn't say anything. Sure, Rex might have gotten drunk on his own but he was the one that encouraged it to this point. The Dane tried to smile but he couldn't as he pulled Rex in to lean against him for the ride to the hospital.
Robert was ready to get them to the hospital. While the other two got Rex into the back he called ahead to the hospital to let the ER know they were on the way with someone injured. It would get them in faster and hopefully answers to help Weird and Ansgar calm down a little. Stoic or not, he knew the bassist was worried.
Rex felt Ansgar pull him close as they got into the car. He was going to hospital? But why? He just fell over, didn't he? A drunken mistake and then he saw Mick get out of bed naked. Everything else just seemed hazy. Why could't he remember anything? Weird was worried but trying not to show it because Rex needed him to be strong.
"Ansgar? Am I still your Princess Rex?"
The injured bassist now almost mumbling against the Dane's shoulder as he could feel his eyes begin to close once more. Weird nudging his brother back awake.
Weird was grateful for Ansgar keeping Rex awake through jokes and conversation. He needed it as they were now at the hospital and being taken into the A and E department. Rex on a stretcher but still reaching out for Ansgar's hand.
"I love you, hairy drunken Dane."
The medics just smiled as they took the injured bassist into the scanning room where Rex would get a scan of his head with an MRI machine. Weird just putting a hand on the Dane's shoulder in support. It made a change that he didn't need to reach up because Ansgar was the same height as Weird, Gilly and Mick, compared to the other taller Scandinavians. Now all they had to do was wait in the waiting room for the results.
That I love you caused Ansgar to freeze and stare as they took Rex away. Then he panicked. His heart was hammering in his chest as he panicked. It was so much that when Weird touched his shoulder the Dane jumped.
Ansgar pulled away and started to pace around. Robert knew that look because he'd seen Rekker do that enough. Stress. He imagined that it couldn't be easy on the Dane who was drunk off his ass and flooded with adrenaline.
"Let's take a walk." Robert mentions when he sees the cafeteria sign. The Dane needs to burn off some of the energy and get something to hydrate him. Besides, they had Robert's phone number to call when the scan was done and they could be reunited with Rex. Robert glanced at Weird with sympathy and trying to support them.
Weird thought that taking a walk was a good idea and nodded at Robert's suggestion. Ansgar was still clearly in a state of shock and no surprising considering what had gone on. Poor Rex taking a crack on the head falling over drunk.
"He'll be ok. My brother is made of strong stuff."
The stoic bassist offering some support to the poor Dane. Rex admitting his love on top of what was going on must be too much for him. Robert was doing a good job as usual calming things down and being the caring man that he was.
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5/5/22 14:11 (UTC)Rex giggled but did take his hands away because the Dane made his intentions clear. Even though he was drunk he still didn't push at someone if their advances were unwanted. The bassist's vision began to blur a little as he pushed himself to his feet to grab at the bottle on the table.
"Time for another drink---"
The Brit smirked at Ansgar on the floor but then got his foot caught on the end of the bed where Ronno was snoring loudly. He didn't have time to grab anything because he was so drunk, now flying over, hitting the side of his head on the bedpost.
"Ow, fuck!--"
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5/5/22 14:18 (UTC)However, when he heard the crack of Rex's head on the bedpost he screamed. Like all the other Soerens injuries sometimes set them off and after years of seeing his brother and Rik brutalized the thought of seeing another injury was too much. His adrenaline kicked in and despite his head spinning he pushed himself up.
"Rex!" Drunk, the Dane isn't modulating his voice. It's loud and high pitched with fright.
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5/5/22 14:26 (UTC)"Fuck---what's going on? Rex? Who's screaming?"
The blond was half awake as he got up, still not realising his was stark naked now moving to see what was going on. Ansgar was on the floor screaming. He shouted Rex didn't he?
"Hey, mate, are you ok? Oh fuck. Rex?--"
Mick saw the figure of Rex slumped on the floor clutching the side of his head, groaning. He was awake but looked like he'd smacked his head on something. Drunk and clumsy? Looked like it.
"Don't worry, mate. I'll get a cold cloth to put on it for the moment---"
Moving to the bathroom, Mick grabbed a cloth and put it under the cold tap before coming back out and pressing it over the bassist's head. He was no doctor or nurse but could see a nasty bruise now developing over the bassist's temple. Ansgar was trashed and had been screaming. Gloria might need to be called because head injuries could be a bitch.
"It's ok I think it's just a bump. No need to get worried, mate."
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5/5/22 14:36 (UTC)By the time Mick had come back with the cloth Ansgar had made it across the room to cradle the bassist's head. It looked bad and Ansgar was starting to panic worse. He'd seen an injury like this once, on his little brother. The Dane is shaking and feeling ill.
"Rex?" The Dane is still worried and in a panic which isn't going to subside soon since it is more than Rex's injury effecting him.
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5/5/22 15:20 (UTC)"Hang on, mate. Let me get you something too just in case."
Mick pushing nausea away as he walked back into the bathroom coming back with a large plastic bucket, placing it in front of Ansgar just in case he needed to throw up. Mick offering a hand to Ansgar's shoulder trying to help stave off the Dane's anxiety. The guitarist was doing his best under the circumstances.
"You two are bloody drunk as skunks but then so was I a few hours ago. My head feels like Aarne's smashed his drumsticks over it for five hours. It'll be ok though, Ansgar. No need to panic, mate. I'll phone Gloria to come over here and take care of Princess Rex here."
Rex just groaning but managing a meek smile while reaching out to hold Ansgar's hand, squeezing it.
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5/5/22 16:03 (UTC)It definitely was not ok. This was not ok and the Dane was not going to calm down.
"He needs his head looked at." Ansgar held the Brit's hand but his eyes were wide at the bruise spreading on his temple. That couldn't be good for it to bruise that fast.
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5/5/22 16:08 (UTC)"I've phone Gloria. She's on her way."
Coming back he patted the Dane on the shoulder and then squeezed Rex's arm. These two. Mick hoping he didn't need to grab the bucket himself to spill the contents of his growling stomach. Rex felt himself beginning to feel tired as he slowly began to slump towards Mick.
"Hey, mate. Keep awake, eh? I once had my head cracked by some bastard with a bottle. Ziggy looked after me the whole week until I got better. We're family here and you're going to be ok."
Mick had to make sure Rex wouldn't pass out.
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5/5/22 16:17 (UTC)"No sleeping." Ansgar was still feeling panic and wondering how bad the wound was.
After a few minutes Gloria came in dressed in a long silk robe. She'd been almost asleep when the call came. From the sound of the wound it wasn't something that should wait for her to dress.
"Let's have a look." She smiles while kneeling down beside Rex to have a look. The Nudity or drunkenness didn't bother her though the amount of drink would play a role in how they attended to the bassist.
She starts by gently touching the wound to make sure there wasn't bone damage.
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5/5/22 16:23 (UTC)"Sleeping? You're drunk, you dirty Dane."
Rex's words were shallow and whispered since talking hurt a bit. He didn't even notice Gloria come in but could hear a woman's voice. Mick made space for Gloria but still stayed close by in case any of the boys needed anything.
"I think he fell and hit his head. I was asleep but I heard Ansgar screaming."
Mick just recounting what he heard as he awoke from his drunken slumber. Rex groaning a little and feeling sleepy once more. When Gloria touched the wound the bassist winced a little and moved his head away slightly.
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5/5/22 16:34 (UTC)Even a playful argument would be worthwhile if it kept him awake and safe.
"Rex?" Gloria tried to get the Brit's attention so he would look at her. That would give her an idea of how his eyes looked, how conscious he was, and she might need to test the response of his pupils with a light. The injury looked bad, especially with the location on his head.
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5/5/22 17:02 (UTC)"It's ok, mate. Just let it all out."
Mick offering advice, hoping the bloke would be ok. Gloria was here so at least that was something.
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5/5/22 17:13 (UTC)Ansgar was listening to Gloria's conversation, at least the side he could hear, and stroked Rex's back. "We're going to get you some help. Hang in there."
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5/5/22 17:19 (UTC)"Robert will get you to the hospital, mate. Listen to Prince Ansgar here. He'll look after your princess ass."
Rex offered Mick a finger and tried to stay awake best he could.
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5/5/22 17:26 (UTC)"Come on boys." Robert came in and offered Rex his hand as Gloria got in a position to help get him on his feet. "Let's go for a drive."
Ansgar knew they were going to the hospital and he started pulling on the bed to try and get on his feet. He was coming along too.
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5/5/22 17:34 (UTC)"I'll go and get Weird. He'll want to look after Rex here too. Be back in a minute."
Walking out to get Weird, Mick could feel worry building inside at the state of his friend but knew he was in the best hands. Knocking on the door, Weird answered and looked tired but was wide awake once he listened to what had happened to Rex. He looked like a man on a mission as he was soon at the room with the rest of them.
"You lads will be alright with Robert and Gloria. I'll stay behind because I've done my best and I think I'm about to throw up myself. Bloody Mule..."
Mick quickly dashed into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Rex looked up and saw Weird. His brother looked worried and was now looking to Robert and Gloria.
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5/5/22 17:42 (UTC)"I'll stay too." Gloria took Weird's hand and kissed his cheek. She gave over her place helping Rex to her partner and paused before helping Ansgar to his feet. The Dane was up, wavering, but steady enough to walk. Then she was turning to go take care of Mick in the bathroom. This happened sometimes when one or another group of the musicians boozed too hard. She'd spent more than one late night taking care of sick band members.
Ansgar went to get the door so they could head down to the car.
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5/5/22 17:47 (UTC)"Thanks for helping him. He doesn't usually drink this much and I think this was some kind of dare to get me drunk."
That much Weird knew because he'd been drinking with them earlier on before leaving. Then came the tickling and groping. That part he didn't want to see. Glancing towards the bathroom door, Weird knew that Gloria would take good care of Mick who'd had a stomach full too by the sounds of it.
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5/5/22 18:02 (UTC)Robert nodded to Weird's comment. "We'll get him taken care of. I'm sure it's just a bad bump."
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5/5/22 18:07 (UTC)"You're probably right."
The stoic bassist helping Robert walk Rex towards the car. Rekker's Firebird would get them there quicker. He had to reassure Ansgar though because none of this was his fault.
"Don't feel guilty. Rex is known for getting silly when drunk. He really likes you though and has told me many times about the hairy Dane with the cute boyish smile."
Rex himself not hearing what his brother was saying.
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5/5/22 18:12 (UTC)Robert was ready to get them to the hospital. While the other two got Rex into the back he called ahead to the hospital to let the ER know they were on the way with someone injured. It would get them in faster and hopefully answers to help Weird and Ansgar calm down a little. Stoic or not, he knew the bassist was worried.
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5/5/22 18:19 (UTC)"Ansgar? Am I still your Princess Rex?"
The injured bassist now almost mumbling against the Dane's shoulder as he could feel his eyes begin to close once more. Weird nudging his brother back awake.
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5/5/22 18:25 (UTC)"Yes, even if you are a klutzy princess." Ansgar stroked his back while they drove to try and keep him awake.
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5/5/22 18:48 (UTC)"I love you, hairy drunken Dane."
The medics just smiled as they took the injured bassist into the scanning room where Rex would get a scan of his head with an MRI machine. Weird just putting a hand on the Dane's shoulder in support. It made a change that he didn't need to reach up because Ansgar was the same height as Weird, Gilly and Mick, compared to the other taller Scandinavians. Now all they had to do was wait in the waiting room for the results.
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5/5/22 23:16 (UTC)Ansgar pulled away and started to pace around. Robert knew that look because he'd seen Rekker do that enough. Stress. He imagined that it couldn't be easy on the Dane who was drunk off his ass and flooded with adrenaline.
"Let's take a walk." Robert mentions when he sees the cafeteria sign. The Dane needs to burn off some of the energy and get something to hydrate him. Besides, they had Robert's phone number to call when the scan was done and they could be reunited with Rex. Robert glanced at Weird with sympathy and trying to support them.
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17/7/22 14:26 (UTC)"He'll be ok. My brother is made of strong stuff."
The stoic bassist offering some support to the poor Dane. Rex admitting his love on top of what was going on must be too much for him. Robert was doing a good job as usual calming things down and being the caring man that he was.
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