There's no need to be embarrassed around the Swede, he's a simple little guy who is just in wonder at his surroundings. "Oh... but... this looks like a nice home..." But then he is used to sleeping on deck in an old barrel.

He smiles shyly, through the tears, once he's given a hug again. It is hard for him to understand that Thomas sees a kindred spirit in him, after all, Thomas isn't a dumb, smelly pirate with missing teeth who only ever makes mistakes, he is very handsome and he smells nice... and he gives the best hugs. Not that the Swede has much comparison.

He quivers. "I... I can't believe... you want to be my friend..." He really can't, it wasn't that his crewmates disliked him, they just forgot he existed most of the time, unless they needed target practice or to eat someone... he sniffs and cuddles up tightly.

"But I am not good? I am a pirate? I am naughty?" After all, he cheered along to all kinds of atrocities from the sidelines. Not that he really understood. Swede really barely knows where he is. "But I only want to sing..." He didn't really want to be a pirate.