Andrew swore under his breath when Trystan got out. He was even worse than Andrew thought. He grabbed the keys, hit the lock and was around the SUV next to Trystan, wrapping an arm around him. He needed a doctor, or maybe a hospital, but he didn't think Trystan would like that. He might never trust him again. He was doing this all wrong, but he couldn't panic, not now.
His arm wrapped tightly around Trystan's small frame, helping him stand. "Come on, baby." It was Trystan's own term at times, and maybe he would understand it. "Just stay with me, okay. I'll get you up to the suite, and you can crash."
"Trys, listen to me, you have to be okay." He felt like anything but nobility at the moment. He was simply Andrew, nothing more. In the face of this nightmare, titles didn't matter in the least. He had to have the strength for both of them, and they were moving towards the entrance from the garage to the lobby.