Gideon didn't know how long he could keep this up. The large number of deaths and disappearances still weighed on his mind. The last time a disaster like that happened, something bigger came from it. The creatures that rose from the ground had been the cause of all the problems then, but this time there was nothing. Had it just been the magic holding the village together? Had it weakened and caused all that loss of life? Gideon still didn't know what it was, but it seemed to be over for the time being. As much as things had started to go back to normal, he had a feeling it would be quite a long time before it actually felt normal in the village again.
But Gideon was burying all his thoughts on the situation. It wouldn't do to dwell when he had a wife and an infant, as well as his wife's niece in the house who were all counting on him. As much as he wanted to drink himself into oblivion - and he had done for a while after Fabian and Molly disappeared - he couldn't anymore. The time for outward grief had passed, and Gideon had to pull himself together to live his life and act like things were normal. He was the one who had to be strong, whatever Amelia might think about that.
He'd been out of the house for a bit, doing nothing much in particular since it was Sunday and things were closed. But he went out for a while, anyway, walking and thinking while Amelia took care of Eli. It was incredibly selfish of him and he shouldn't have done it, but Gideon felt like he had to. He thought about all the people, but most particularly the ones he was close to: the same ones Amelia was thinking about, but all the rest of his family as well. Molly and Arthur were gone. His nephews and niece were all gone but one, but they all had their lives ahead of them. A few of their children had already come back, but the village certainly wasn't Weasley Central like it had been.
When he got home, he found Amelia sitting in their bedroom, doing what he wished he could've been doing as well. Gideon wouldn't grudge his wife her wine, though, even if it was dangerous if Eli ingested the milk she produced after it. He knew better than to suspect Amelia of even contemplating endangering their son, so he didn't bring it up. Instead, he simply walked over and squeezed in next to Mel, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. Turning his face toward her, Gideon pressed his lips against her temple and spoke against her hair. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly, so as to not disturb their son.