Aarne had come in with ulterior motives, partially. Of course, like everyone else he needed to relieve himself but then after a quick handwash he bounded up on the stall wall, wedging between the ceiling and the top, laughing his ass off. He knew what was up. He had heard a bit of sound and the dashing. From his perch up on the wall where the two stalls and their doors met he looked down on the Swede, laughing even more.

"Ska jag få in Robert här? Du kan bli sugen eller jag vet att du vill ha den kuk upp mot väggen." At least he had the decency to tease the guitarist in a language the others in here wouldn't understand. Aarne let his legs swing, one hanging in the stall with Erik and the other on the outside, hands pressed on the edge of the wall to hold himself up on his perch.