George sighed, and stood up as well. He moved behind Alex and placed his a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "What's not okay is to go off on your own and get drunk," he said softly. "This is why you need to talk to someone Alex, and why I think it's a good idea that it's not someone in the family."
He nodded, and granted that Alex had been trying. "I know you have been son, but there's something else wrong that we can't fix on our own." He squeezed Alex's shoulder again, and pretended that he hadn't seen the tear. "I'll go over tomorrow, just to make sure she's okay." And hopefully he could bring good news back.
"No, neither is easy. But standing up, fighting for your friends, is right. That Defense League is starting up, and you could be brilliant Alex. You are a Weasley." He smiled just a bit, and then drew his son into a tight hug. "We'll get through this, but right now it needs to be my way."