He stayed right behind his son, holding him as he retched. He never let go, not for a minute. After he spelled away the sick, and wrapped his arms around Alex again, any trace of tears gone from his own face. He needed to be there for his son now. Had to be strong.
They sat for a long time, George rocking Alex in his arms. He didn't whisper any empty promises, both of them aware that things wouldn't be okay for a very long time. He stroked his son's hair, just holding him.
Finally Alex's sobs subsided and George drew back, cleaning Alex's face with the hem of his robes. "The family is all at Uncle Bill's. Do you feel up to it? I need to see your sister."