Harald smiled when he heard his name being screamed across the party floor, knowing full well who it belonged to.

"Soeren boy."

The big man held onto the Dane's long legs, helping steady him as he climbed up Harald's back. It was nice to be wanted and for the guitarist to have a real friend who was out of his usual circle of band mates. Harald found it hard to make friends due to his size and his broken English outside of Norway.

"Good meet again."