The sound that escaped Alex was that of an angel.  Andreas loved it, just like everything else about the other man.  Any doubt that he was doing the right thing that might’ve arisen over the last few minutes burnt to ash in the wake of that singular noise.<br/><br/>The house… now?  Andreas still needed to pick up a spare body to pass off as Alex.<br/><br/>“I have to take care of something else first,” he admitted, lowering his gaze in thought.  There was no way around it, not unless he wanted some idiot detective out there thinking that Alex had started the fire and ran away.  That would’ve been about as bad as if they left Daddy Dick alive to send everyone after them.  Alex needed a fresh start, not to be put at the top of the most wanted list.  “We’ll need a car, though.  Not yours.  We have to leave yours at the house.”<br/><br/>He took a few more bites of food, then pulled out some cash and left it on the table.  The waiter hadn’t been back to deliver the check or to see if they needed anything else, but Andreas was sure to leave more than enough to pay what they owed and leave a nice tip.  He slid back around the seating so he could grab his things, slipping into his leather jacket and gloves.<br/><br/>“I’ll drop you off at your car,” he began to explain.  “Stay there and be patient for me, okay?  Think about what you want to get from your house.  You shouldn’t be there for any longer than is necessary.  As soon as I have another car, I’ll come by and follow you.  Then we’ll load up everything you want in the trunk, and you go stay at the hotel.  As soon as everything is finished, I’ll come join you.  Okay?”  Andreas held out a hand toward Alex to help him up.