Alex held on to the other man for dear life. His eyes were squeezed so tightly shut the entire trip he didn’t see the road blurring by under foot or the buildings rush by. He clung to the other man as if he were a raft pulling him free of the water, threatening to swallow him up.<br/><br/>Alex didn’t realize that his fingers were curling and uncurling against that solid chest, slowly exploring. How he wished he could touch skin instead of jacket. When they stopped he was afraid to let go or even open his eyes until he heard the other man speak and felt him move.<br/><br/>He slowly opened his eyes and rolled his gaze up to meet those beautiful eyes. Andreas with his messy bun was so handsome and it stole the words from Alex’s lips. He licked own his lips and nodded slightly. He was definitely hungry.<br/><br/>His hair was an utter mess, the wind having blown most of it free and whipped around the rest to the point of tangling. In a moment of self consciousness, Alex looked away and quickly reached up to pull the pony tail out and mess with his hair trying to tame it. Only then did he realize that Andreas was holding his hand out waiting. He blushed, feeling rather silly.<br/><br/>Alex took Andreas’ hand and gingerly got off the bike. Andreas was intelligent enough to know when someone was hurting for he had been in enough pain in his life. It was clear Alex was walking that edge of pain. He was trying to hide it by simply moving slowly and deliberately like when he was walking down the sidewalk lost in thought. His eyes flowed off the other man down to his bag hanging off his shoulder. “Should... I leave this or take it?” He flushed again, feeling even more silly carrying a bowling ball to a fancy restaurant.