George's lips quirked up a little, because that sounded just like Dewi, and he found it incredibly reassuring. If there was anyone he trusted to help Patrick and look out for him when George couldn't, it was their little brother. Dewi being here was very lucky; George was tempted to say it was God's doing.
"That oughta be easy on your stomach, at least," George said, opening the fridge. He spotted the leftovers immediately, as well as the beer. And there was a lot of it. He pulled out the containers and food and asked, "You already have a drink today?"
His tone wasn't judgemental, just curious. Patrick had admitted that he had a problem, and as cliche as it was, that was the first step and one of the biggest.