Alex closed his eyes and savored the touch from the other man. It was so kind and gentle, sometimes his father was like that, but often it did not end with such kind and gentle things. He looked away as he tried to push back those thoughts. Somewhere in there he knew what his father did to him was wrong, which made him ashamed because some of those times weren't exactly horrible. He turned back to his food and concentrated on that, forcing those thoughts away.<br/><br/>Alex shrugged a single shoulder as he took a bite of his leafy lunch. He chewed and thought of what he wanted to bring, then finally swallowed and answered, "I am not sure. My favorite things maybe... I want to go back and look through my things... My favorite books? maybe some clothes? I have a music box my grandfather gave me..." He sighed as he just wasn't sure what he could and could not live without. Would it be silly to want his favorite blanket and a few things from his childhood? Things that reminded him of a time when things weren't so shitty. Would that be wrong?<br/><br/>"Maybe we could go together? You could keep me safe? Mom is probably napping and Dad isn't home right now... Probably isn't home.. If we hurry.." Alex looked at Andreas with hopeful eyes.