He watched over Alex until the younger man had drifted deep enough into sleep, then he went to take care of some things.  They were going to need more than what they’d packed in those two bags, especially considering half of Andreas’ things were tools and weapons.  He had the basics, like grooming supplies, which he made immediate use of by taking a shower.  The hour was insane, so he didn’t bother dressing.  He put on a long robe instead, something that had an oriental flare of elegance to it.  It was lightweight and comfortable, which was good for the tropical climate.<br/><br/>Then it was time to make sure they weren’t going to need for anything.  He arranged a few packages to be delivered directly to the house, including food for the next few days.  Alex would probably be less comfortable in public for a while.  Then the call came from his colleague, a request to know where to meet with the professionally faked documents Andreas had requested.  They were toward the end of that conversation when he heard noise from the other room.<br/><br/>“Shit…”<br/><br/>“What is it?” the man on the other end asked.<br/><br/>“It’s nothing.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”<br/><br/>Andreas hung up and went to the bedroom, finding long, willowy limbs tangled into the bedclothes, his beautiful runaway caught in a nightmare.  He had a pretty good idea what it was like, too.  Rushing onto the bed, he ignored the near miss of an arm whooshing past his head, and laid his hands on either side of Alex’s face.<br/><br/>“It’s okay, Alex.  Wake up,” he urged, giving soft little pats.  He didn’t want to jolt him too hard, or aggravate some other injury.  Unfortunately, Alex’s body was pretty much one big bruise.  “I’m right here, and he can’t hurt you anymore.”