He’d meant to be reassuring, supportive.  Instead, he’d inadvertently hurt Alex.  His hand relaxed immediately when he heard that pained gasp, and he turned to take in the way the young man’s face displayed it.  Without even asking, Andreas knew.  He’d not seen that body bare yet, but he was sure it wasn’t as perfect as Alex’s face.  A face was harder to hide.  Worse yet, a bruise there, it was easy to assume what it was from.<br/><br/>His blood boiled.  Andreas stared down at his plate, his hand freshly situated on the other man’s knee. Not kill Daddy Dick?  Fuck that.  Whatever pain he’d be able to inflict upon that asshole before death, it wouldn’t be enough.  Andreas worked his jaw for a moment, then summoned up a smile.<br/><br/>“Let’s think about something better to talk about over lunch,” he proposed.  Getting Alex looking toward the future instead of dwelling on the past was the best move.  Letting him dread what was coming wouldn’t do either of them any good.  Getting him excited, however… that very well could’ve given the pretty blond the proper motivation.  “Where do you want to go?  Anywhere in the world.  Think of the one place you’ve always wanted to visit the most and never was able to.”