Nowhere to go?  Poor thing.  Of course he had nowhere to go, because his father had kept Alex secluded for the entirety of his life.  Outside of the losers at the bar, who knew he even existed?  He smiled and reached over to reclaim the young thing’s hand.<br/><br/>“So, you’re ready to disregard me that quick?” he teased.  Then he slid around the plump, cushioned seat, settling himself right up next to Alex.  The hand he held, Andreas brought to his lips and kissed those frightened little fingers holding tight to him.  “I could take care of it for you,” he promised in a gentle whisper between more precious kisses.  “I could make it to where he could never find you, never hurt you.  Never again.”