Then he dropped to his knees in front of Rafe.
“Hey my baby”, said Alec “Are you all right?”
Rafael might not have entirely understood the language, but anyone could have understood the message of Alec on his knees in the rubble, the love and concern on his face. Rafael nodded, dust drifting from his curly hair, and walked into Alec’s open arms. Alec folded the little boy against his chest.