Torden winced as Hjalmar grabbed on to him and then buried himself into Torden's chest. The Dane wrapped his arms around the Swede to hold him close.

"Shhhh." Torden rocked the crying guitarist gently. He's used to these words too. Ansgar said the same things through his nightmares too. The blame and self hate that came with trauma was something that Torden knew how to comfort.

"It's just a nightmare." Torden held him and waited for Hjalmar to calm down. He could feel the shaking and gasping of a panic attack. Ansgar had those too, unfortunately.