It had been fucking tough talking to Jerry, listening to the harrowing account of Davy getting raped and abused by that fuckhead of an ex. A monster. Sven had gone back to his room and changed out of his costume into some of his usual attire, leather pants and a t-shirt.

He had to see Davy.

The Swede now stepping outside Davy's room, hoping he was there since he'd seen Sam run off with the singer earlier on. Sven guessing that Sam was with Davy, trying to comfort the poor boy.

"Davy? It's me, Sven."