The wait was excruciating, at least for Andreas.  The other assassin didn’t seem to have anywhere important to be, and certainly no personal stakes in the little drama unfolding in the fancy vacation home, and seemed quite content to just sit there and mess around on his phone.  Andreas would’ve been more curious as to what he was doing if he didn’t already have his attention so purely devoted to his own crisis.<br/><br/>Finally, after a long while, the water stopped.  He could hear movement inside and waited, glancing over to Raff once more to see that he wasn’t interested.  When the door finally opened, he saw the young man’s moment of panic just before the door slammed back closed.<br/><br/>“Alex…” he called, his voice low.  “Come out.  You’ve spent your life running and hiding and denying your problems, and where did that get you?”<br/><br/>“I’ll go in and get him, if you want,” Raff spoke up, though he still hadn’t glanced up from his phone.<br/><br/>“No.  Let him come on his own,” Andreas insisted.  “Besides, if you go lumbering in there with your huge self, you’ll scare him half to death.  He’s… delicate.”