Erik felt deflated because he really wanted to kiss Robert on the lips but he knew that might have been pushing it too far. Now, Ziggy was getting into the driver seat to pass him a pack of smokes. The guy was really nice. The Swede offered a small smile and took one, lighting up and then sighing deeply, pinching his nose.

"I'd like to say fantastic but----not really. I think I fucking blew it. Jag klantade mig----I fucked up. Robert's just walked away when I kissed his jaw. Damn I---I wasn't trying to push him away I just---I just love him and want him."

The guitarist wiped at his face and then tried to calm his emotions, which wasn't easy right now. He didn't want to appear upset in front of Ziggy, but what could he do? His heart ached and only just now he'd had to dive into a toilet to jerk off. Was that pathetic?