Andreas grabbed up a hair tie from the counter and did his hair up to keep it from getting wet.  He’d already washed it earlier and had no interest in trying to get it dry again.  Alex’s was even longer than his, so it definitely had to go up.  It was already getting wet just from the boy sitting upright in the water.  If he was that tired, then they didn’t need to stretch this out any longer than necessary by dealing with the cleaning, conditioning, and drying of that thick, blond mass of hair.<br/><br/>He noticed that Alex wasn’t interested in watching him shed his robe.  That was a shame.  Was this too soon?  Probably, but at the same time it was a good to establish some sort of baseline for what their more intimate encounters would be like.  It wasn’t even about sex, really.  If they were going to be together, then Alex couldn’t freak out whenever there was nudity involved.  Andreas himself had a habit of wearing revealing clothing, and he took pride in the look and shape of his body because he put a lot of time and effort into keeping it looking good.<br/><br/>Either way, someone who was used to being forced into sex and manhandled would take time to acclimate to a more supportive, less violent environment.  Sure, Andreas liked rough sex, but only if the other person was consenting and into it as much as he was.  That was something that Alex was going to have to learn about him over time, without words, only by getting to know him naturally.  Anyone could<i>say</i>that they weren’t going to hurt him.  Alex would need to see the proof of that.<br/><br/>So the assassin flung his robe over the counter and joined Alex in the bath.  It wasn’t as warm as he’d have liked, but it was best to not have it hot and aggravate those bruises into spreading or increase any swelling.  He settled in behind Alex after he turned the water off, letting out a sigh as he leaned against the slanted back.  The tub was large, obviously made for if couples wanted a little bath-time soiree.  He wet the cloth and soaped it up, then guided Alex to lie back against him.  That long mass of blond hair tried to catch between them, and Andreas remembered the extra hair tie he’d snapped around his wrist and pulled it free to put it to use.  He worked quick to gather the golden pass up into a messy bun to keep it from being in the way, then started the slow but enjoyable task of washing Alex’s bruised up body.