The messy hair doesn't matter to Alfred - it's backseat to making sure his lover is okay, and he can always brush it after the storm. Help him calm all the way back down.

For now, he just finger-combs it as he goes, a gentle, repetitive, soothing little motion.

"I try to be. I want to be, for you, my moonlight. You need me right now, and you're strong for me so often...I can be strong for you. Be your light, when those shadows turn into demons." A soft kiss against Herbert's forehead - patient and soft as anything.

"I sent a - message. To Sarah. To look after your father, too."