Raff looked over when the young man crawled under the covers like he was hiding from the boogieman.  The real life monsters of the world weren’t so easily fooled by such tactics, and Raff was one to know; he was often considered one of them.<br/><br/>“You should eat,” he finally said, keeping his voice low and soft so he didn’t frighten the man any more.  Just then, Andreas came up to the window and smacked on it.<br/><br/>“Really, Raff?!” he shouted through the glass, motioning to the phone he held several inches from his ear, then flipping the Italian off.  Raff just smiled.  He’d sent the picture of the busted up, frightened blond to Aedan, who then must’ve called Andreas to cuss him out in every language the two of them knew.<br/><br/>But then Raff received a call of his own.  He kept his voice down, murmuring only soft affirmations here and there, along with a few other words that didn’t really show the flow of conversation.  Once it was over, he sighed and hung up, then leaned forward in his chair.<br/><br/>“You came with him willingly, didn’t you?” he asked.  “Why?”