George hadn't gone into the shop today after the meeting. Instead, he and Angie had spent the morning talking, and then had gone to see Michael Corner at lunch. They'd decided on a couple of courses of action, which Alex was not going to like but were non-negotiable.
"Sit down," he said as soon as Alex came into the kitchen. There was a large bottle of whiskey on the table, and a glass. "Go ahead, have a drink." He pinned Alex with a Look. "You seem intent enough on destroying your life, and right now I don't know why I shouldn't let you do it."
He had no intention of actually letting Alex take a drink, but he wasn't going to coddle him. The time for sympathetic and understanding was gone, and now they were going to deal with this the Weasley way. With blood, if necessary.