 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was true: Rafael did sense that being alone bothered Diego. He felt that he and Dash had done well so far, however, to help ease that. He hoped. There wasn’t any guarantee that their son would outright let them know how he felt one hundred percent of the time but Rafa always hoped that eventually Diego would see that he could confide in his parents. Since coming home to someone was so important to Diego, then it was a proper thing that Rafa had run late. Maybe someday this fact would come to light.
Rafael was rendered speechless for a bit. All the affection from Diego still {and always will} melt his heart. He thought that he got all gooey with Dash but man, Diego did the same! That hug was returned, with him even throwing in an extra squish. “I can see that you are.” He was beaming, just so thrilled that the younger human was so happy and content. “You know what? I think we just might…” A quick rummage through the fridge to retrieve the huge helping of leftover macaroni. “Here we are.” While Rafa plated food for himself and Diego, he fell silent so that each word of Diego’s chatter. Yes, he was a good listener, listening to comprehend and simply not to just reply.
“No homework makes you pretty happy, right? Got time for some board games tonight then?” Maybe when Dash got home they could make it a family event. “Di’s being mischievous, is he? I’ll have to have a word with him.” He meant that. Rafa had gotten a little extra protective with the nephews but it couldn’t be helped; he loved them too much. As he set the plate of now heated food before Diego and handed him a fork, he fought the urge not to panic. This sort of talk? How did he handle it? What did he say? Why wasn’t Dash here, Dash who would surely know what to do and to say?
“Don’t worry about it. I think that we all say or do silly things when we meet someone new.” He did and said some silly things to Dash when they met initially. And those probably increased when they started dating. An assortment of condiments were slid across the counter to Diego so that he could have his pick. “Why do you think you have the urge to run from her though?” Rafa continued, now pouring them both tall glasses of juice. “Has she tried speaking with you before?” |