[The moment he's tugged free, as soon as his feet his ground again, he drops down to his knees. A new wave of pain goes through as the motion jostles him. He's really only half listening up until that point.
But, at that point, he lifts his head up and climbs slow back to his feet. Then immediately goes to wrap his arm around Peter, holding his head close to him, resting his own atop it.]
Dios mio, Peter, no me hagas eso otra ves. Ay, santa maria, Me alegra que estes bien, Mijo.
[Every word quavers, shaking with his body, open sobs of relief wracking him. He takes that minute, heedless of anything else, running his hand over Peter's hair and gripping him in alteration.
It's a fair moment before he even looks up at the other man there. And remembers who's actually related here. He lets go, shuffling back sheepishly, but not entirely guilty.]
Thank you. God, thank you.
[Peter might be Ben's boy, and so his rescue is a given, but he still feels the need to thank the man all the same.]
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But, at that point, he lifts his head up and climbs slow back to his feet. Then immediately goes to wrap his arm around Peter, holding his head close to him, resting his own atop it.]
Dios mio, Peter, no me hagas eso otra ves. Ay, santa maria, Me alegra que estes bien, Mijo.
[Every word quavers, shaking with his body, open sobs of relief wracking him. He takes that minute, heedless of anything else, running his hand over Peter's hair and gripping him in alteration.
It's a fair moment before he even looks up at the other man there. And remembers who's actually related here. He lets go, shuffling back sheepishly, but not entirely guilty.]
Thank you. God, thank you.
[Peter might be Ben's boy, and so his rescue is a given, but he still feels the need to thank the man all the same.]