Between the smell and the snotty tears, there's not much that'd endear the Swede to anyone, especially in his own time, but his sweet, innocent mannerisms and vacant blue eyes are oddly sweet. He's just a sweet dummy, it is hard to dislike someone like that and then there's the low self-esteem, which Thomas sees himself in... Swede never met anyone who thought bad about himself just like him.

He only cries because he's so happy someone wants to be his friend and help him, he needed help so much for all those years and no one wanted to look after him... in time he'll smell a lot nicer, just needs a good scrubbing and to sleep in something not- not an old fish barrel.

He smiles shyly, blushing at being told he doesn't really want to be a pirate. "N... no... I want to sing... I don't like to do a threat." Because he works the rigging, he has very strong arms and he could technically wrestle an attacker to the ground b-but... only if he can't hide in his barrel. What muscle he has is mostly used for mopping and- and now, for hugs. He doesn't want to stop being hugged... ever... he rubs his nose. "Sorry... I making more mess..."