Neville was dusting himself off as he stepped through the fireplace and didn't see Frankie anywhere - he supposed his son went straight to his room. He must have missed a spot and smiled in thanks to Hannah when she brushed off some additional ashes from his robes. "I know." Neville didn't want to say how easy Frankie had it, because he would sound like a broken record with all his stories about Gran.
Taking a huge breath, it was nearly knocked out of him by the welcome surprise embrace Hannah gave him. He held her too, a little longer than was probably necessary and buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I've needed this since then." said quietly, muffled by her hair.
Truthfully, he didn't really want to let go. She was warm and comforting and she felt like, well, home. "Things are such a mess." he said more clearly, bringing his head up and letting go of Hannah - just a little.