Alex leaned up and placed a soft sweet kiss to Andreas’, oh, so kissable lips. He didn’t linger though because he felt people looking at him and it just made him all the more self conscious. He felt like everyone was staring at them, mainly him. Did they know what was being discussed?<br/><br/>“Can’t...” he began and hesitated as he rested his forehead on Andreas’ shoulder before continuing, “can’t we just leave? Run away? Never go back?” He still didn’t know how he could live with himself if his father was murdered in cold blood. Maybe it would be different if it was self defense or something.<br/><br/>What would happen to his mother? Did he care? Alex knew his mother didn’t care. She saw the abuse. She knew what happened behind closed doors. She knew which bed her husband preferred, but yet ahe never once tried to stop it. Maybe that’s why she was drunk all the time? Maybe that’s why she took so many sleeping pills that one couldn’t wake her if they tried. Would he hurt her if Alex left?<br/><br/>Alex sighed softly and placed a quick kiss on Andreas’ neck. His breath was warm and soft against the other man's skin. He wasn’t hungry, he just wanted to curl up in a bed with Andreas and cuddle. And forget about everything else.