Did it help? Maybe a little. Ron shrugged and offered a faint smile to his pseudo-nephew (not realizing how honest that term really was). "Thanks." It meant something. Even if he wouldn't necessarily admit it out loud, yet. Like everything they'd fought for would eventually work out.
"Can I ask you something?" Ron started slowly, then he just spat it out. "Does it turn out okay? I mean, in the end. Obviously, it does, right?