Alex sucked his lower lip a moment, then set breakfast on the nightstand, so it didn’t spill in the bed.  The blonde pulled his knees up and hugged them as he rested his cheek on his knee.  “I was there. He didn’t do it,  I did.”  Alex knew he’d hit eventually, but it might have gone wrong if Andreas didn’t help steady his shaking hands.  He added in, “Sort of.  Mostly.”<br/><br/>He sighed softly and hugged himself tighter, “I don’t care what he did. He saved me. He said he would take care of me.  He can trust me... I ...” he shrugged slightly and let what he was going to say fall into the wind.  “I can handle all that stuff.  All the guns and knives and stuff. I can do it.”