That was his boy, always worrying about others. Unfortunately, Frank didn't have any answers for him, and all he could do was sigh and run his hand over his head backwards to ruffle up his hair. "These bad dreams will pass, Neville. We will get you out of there, and when we do, we'll be a family again. I promise you that much."
Really, Frank was going to swear he would die setting him free if he had to, but that seemed just a touch too dramatic for the situation. Plus, it would probably scare Neville more, and that wasn't something he wanted to do. Instead, he watched his son carefully, noticing that he still looked thin, but at least those wounds he had had that night were no longer as visible. of course, that could have just been because of how dark the room Neville was in was.