Alex's eyes widened slightly at Graciela's sudden outburst of tears, and he was out of his chait before he knew it, then--he stopped. He craned his neck forward slightly to try and make out what she was saying, something about Santiago and... his birthday, oh. She had forgotten it was his birthday, well, that wasn't good, but why was she crying? She had to know that the last thing her brother could ever do was hate her, so--oy, what in the hell was going on?
Tentatively, he stepped forward again, making his way around Zac's bed-thing, and sat down in the chair beside his wife. Alex slipped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest lightly, other hand moving in circles on her back, because... He had no idea what was really going through her head, but well, that's how you comforted your wife when she was crying, right?
"Hey, hey... Calm down, Gracie," he muttered into her dark hair, still sounding confused. "He's not going to hate you, you know that. We've all been so preoccupied with Zac, I bet you he didn't even remember. Come on, it's fine... What's really the matter, why are you crying like this?"
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