Colin just frowned at the boy who was clutching his shirt, not because he disapproved of how the boy was acting, but because he felt so terrible for him and had no idea how to help him. He pulled the blankets back and slipped into the bed next to Jack, wrapping his arms around his best friend. It didn’t matter to him what someone might think if they came in and saw the two boys laying together, it only mattered that he took care of Jack.
“It’ll be okay.” He murmured softly. He didn’t know that for sure, but he knew that if his father were hurt, he’d want to hear it.