He hummed in thought, still pecking away at his phone.  His favourite name?  There really wasn’t one, except for the name he often went by.<i>Andreas</i>was just him all over.  Those fortunate enough to receive it from him instead of some other phony name didn’t usually die terrible deaths, either.<br/><br/>But what name to give his beautiful companion?  He put his phone down and studied Alex again.  Everything about him really was quite stunning.  Picking something totally random wouldn’t do, would it?  No, it had to be special in some way.  Pretty features… long blond hair…  Andreas reached over to brush his fingers along the younger man’s cheek.  “Nyström,” he whispered, as if it was a sacred word.  “It’s Swedish.  It means new river.”  The corners of his mouth curled up a little.  “You look like you could be Swedish.”