"He does and I love him for it. His prissy princess balls."

Sven shook his head, but he was at least cracking a small smile after the shock and intense emotional overload he'd just experienced a moment ago. The feelings were still raw but Sven knew he'd have to face Davy eventually.

"I'm still dressed up in this fucking He-Man get-up. Yeah, I need to change. I think we'll all need time to heal up after this."

The Swede slapped a hand on Jerry's shoulder, then pulled the taller man in for a hug.

"Thanks for doing this. For me--for Davy. Fuck, just fuck. I'll get changed and then go and find Davy."

Pulling away, Sven sighed and hoped Davy was ok.