Andreas let the younger man think about it and make his own decision. At that shaky statement, his eyebrows went up. Then the gun went off and the wall suffered for it, Richard yelling and ducking. It was clear that he hasn't expected his son to take aim at him and fire.<br/><br/>Andreas found it hilarious and laughed. The sound was full and round, something that rumbled up from deep in his chest.<br/><br/>"Feel better?" he asked, kissing the side of Alex's head.<br/><br/>"Alex! Wait!" Richard yelped. "What are you doing? How could you hate me? I though you loved your daddy. You're my precious little boy..."<br/><br/>Andreas' amusement melted away when he looked over at the vile man again, pure hatred burning within.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare talk to him. You've lost that right. He isn't yours." He helped tighten Alex's group on the gun. "You want another shot, sexy?"