 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Devad had now buried his face in Uncle Rafa’s shoulder, his small hands dripping the man very tightly. Despite trying not to be a big baby, the tears spilled over. They tricked down his cheeks and onto Uncle Rafa’s shirt where they pooled in small patches. Could he go back to sleep? Maybe he would wake up and find that this was just a bad dream, a nightmare.
Rafa did his best to keep Dev distracted, but he knew Di’s discomfort would all be over soon given how quickly Dittany acted. He continued to softly reassure Devad, suspecting that he might be silently crying. It was at the point, the point that Diallo said a word of gratitude that Rafa looked in his and Dash’s direction. Only to find Dash already staring up at him. Not having a single clue about what was going on in his husband’s head, Rafa smiled and tilted his head questioningly.
“Dev definitely isn’t hurt,’’ he confirmed, his gaze drifting to his other nephew briefly. “Dev, look. Diallo is all better. Uncle Dash definitely knows all the remedies, doesn’t he?” Rafael’s gaze moved back to Dash because knowing the other man so well, he could tell there was something on his mind. And Rafa, being the good listener that he could be, wanted to know whatever it was that Dash was thinking.
Devad finally lifted his face from Uncle Rafa’s shoulder to peer down at his brother and other uncle. His face was tear streaked but it was clear that it instantly lit up when it registered that Diallo was okay. “Uh huh. He does. He's da best.” |