Was he alright now? No. Hell no. Absolutely bloody not. But the last person he'd admit that to was his father. A young version of him or not. The question was, however, exactly what he needed to get his composure back. He straightened up, face falling back into its usual mask of complete indifference.
"Fine. Thanks."
But Scorpius was here, and since Dad, Harry, hadn't said anything then he probably wasn't ten or something equally horrible. He'd find him first, hopefully he still made sense.
Ted was still on his knees, and Al reached out a hand to help him up. It wasn't much, as far as gestures went, but he still seemed gutted and cynical bastard that he was he still didn't like seeing Teddy upset. It was like kicking a puppy. So he squeezed when he took his hand, and gave him a look that hopefully said sorry I didn't believe you and this is all insane.
"Congrats on the vote, I suppose." He gave Harry the raised eyebrow look that drove his mother insane.