Alex reached across the table for Andreas again. He wanted that little bit of comfort, even if it was the hand of a killer. With his other hand, he tucked some locks behind his ear. He wanted to look at Andreas, but what that gorgeous man was saying was just too true.<br/><br/>There had been lots off accidents, but none so bad as the stairs. Most often it was direct contact with apologies after. His father always said he was sorry and that was the last time. But it was never the last time and he was afraid. So very afraid, now that he knew just how awful his father could be when he was in a jealous controlling rage. Word of the kiss that found it’s way to him sent him into a freaking frenzy.<br/><br/>Alex chewed his lip and fidgeted under the table, bouncing his knee. He glanced up and murmured, “I have no where to go... he will find me.”