Hands closed around his arms and Jason sobbed in relief as he let himself be pulled from the hole that the two of them had created in the wall. He was filthy, caked in blood from numerous cuts and scrapes from falling debris, the red turned to cement by plaster and concrete dust. His leg looked...not like a leg anymore, to be honest, but Jason didn't care.

At that moment, he couldn't care about anything other then wrapping his arms around his father's bulk and sobbing into his shoulder.

"You came for me. Y-you-" His words didn't make much sense, really, panic babbles of 'I thought you weren't gunna make it' and 'Wanna go home's falling out of his lips.