[He's probably lucky Charles had held back for a second to look him over, because otherwise they probably would have crashed into each other. Charles holds on tightly and lets out a slow, deeply relieved breath.
Alex is alright. Or at least he's going to be alright, and Charles doesn't let go and tries not to resent himself for not being able to check on him earlier, for not being there as soon as he woke up, because Alex is his kid, and he should have been there.]
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Alex is alright. Or at least he's going to be alright, and Charles doesn't let go and tries not to resent himself for not being able to check on him earlier, for not being there as soon as he woke up, because Alex is his kid, and he should have been there.]
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