Alex began to relax in Andreas' arms as the other man kissed his hair. The trembling seemed to subside after a few moments. He sniffled and wiped at his face as he did a mental run down of his aches and pains and determined, pretty much everything hurt from his face down to his knees.<br/><br/>Alex was curious when Andreas moved and he lifted his head from the other man's neck to take a look and what he was doing. Fireball? He wondered who that would be and why they would have such a strange name. Maybe a pilot? Maybe someone with fake IDs? They were going to leave later, but he could see why they needed to leave now. He shuddered hard at the thought of his father being nothing more than a corpse less than ten feet away.<br/><br/>"I .. I .. need to get dressed." Alex murmured. They did need to go and he could run out naked. His throat hurt and it made his voice quiet and raspy. He drew in a steadying breath and slowly sighed it out. He didn't want Andreas to look at him, to see him like this. He was embarrassed and ashamed of it all. Alex didn't want Andreas to think of him like this if he ever saw it in the future, though it might be too late.<br/><br/>Alex pulled the blanket up over his chest, effectively covering everything in front as he moved away from Andreas, unable to meet his eyes. "Don.. Don't look... Please." Was it silly for him to ask for privacy when, the assassin already saw everything?