Alec was so disturbed by her sorrow that he looked away, his hands clenched on the edge of the bed, the fact that Dale stabbed him literally did not justify his impulse to take her in or help her for that matter if only she wanted to be helped, if she believed he would go that far to turn back and help George out of this hurricane then he believed she would make it too.
He looked down and watched her pull herself together before the nurse let Gracie through, she rounded the bed in a sea blue and denim jacket with her wavy hair tucked with a synthetic flower, unbeknownst to her, Gracie walked up to Alec in awe and a giggle escaped her lips when he took her by surprise on his thigh.
"Daddy"
He winced and straightened her hair cackling, although concerned she might still look at him like George did only without resentment and pain. He straightened her shirt too.
"I'm your uncle"
"No" She shook her head and ran a hand on his tattooed arm "cwayons?"
