“Mm-hmm,” he answered, keeping his motions soft and slow so as not to frighten the pretty little fawn in his arms.  Alex was incredibly agreeable, which played to the assassin’s advantage, and he didn’t need to ruin that by triggering him somehow and having him panic over nothing.<br/><br/>He felt his way back down to the rough edge of the jeans, pausing only once when a new question was asked.  He wasn’t great at sharing, particularly about that time of his life.  There were only two other people alive that knew that part of him, and he mostly felt like that was too many.  Alex was the closest he’d ever met to experience something similar, though.  He lowered his gaze on instinct, some part of Andreas still trying to protect himself from that past.<br/><br/>“In the beginning?  I don’t remember,” he confessed.  It had been a long time ago, and while some of what he’d witnessed on day one was burned into his memory forever, a lot of what followed was a blur.  “Six… maybe seven?”  He plucked the button on Alex’s jeans and unzipped them.  They were so tight that it was going to take a bit of work to get them off those long legs, though.  Andreas didn’t mind.