Bjorn knew he could never give Rekker a child, nor was he even mature enough to become one himself, but just wanted the ginger happy. Charlie on his lap was a new sensation and he wasn't sure how to handle it that well but wanted to do his best. If this happened a year ago when he first met Rekker then he'd run away, emotions all over the place.

"Flatterer. You're still a ginger bastard."

The Swede smirked and didn't move too much because he knew Charlie was in his lap now.