Andreas cursed under his breath when Alex began freaking out. And why wouldn't he? He'd just been violated and humiliated by his father, possible very nearly killed, and then there were gunshots. Alex had every right to freak out. Unfortunately, they didn't have time for that. Dick being home had changed the timeline entirely.<br/><br/>"Face the fucking wall," he spat at the man gasping and moaning in pain on the ground. "Don't move. Don't speak."<br/><br/>Once he was fairly certain he'd be obeyed, Andreas creeped over to the far side of the bed where the traumatized blond sat and reached out an arm to him. All the while he keep a close eye on Dick to make sure he wasn't going to try something stupid.<br/><br/>"It's okay, Alex. I'm here. I'm here, and we're so close to making it out of this awful place, but I need you to do as I say. Remember? It's very important. You need to get dressed and get out of here. You need to get to my car and wait for me." Andreas wasn't sure if Alex could even hear him, let alone follow instructions, but he had to try to make this a little easier somehow.