He nodded and pulled out his phone to start the process of getting things together.  It rarely took long, though he was only about halfway through the text volley when Alex asked about his surname.  Andreas froze, then looked at the other blond.  His face was blank for a moment, as if someone had just asked him something in a foreign language that he didn’t know.<br/><br/>“I have many,” he finally said, somewhat recovering with a smile.  “The one I was given at birth is long gone.  I lost it and everything else when I was eight.”  He went back to texting, but he was fine with multitasking.  “Tipton, Kovac, Katsaros, Vera, Romagnoli…  I have names from all over the world, now.”