Edwin hadn't meant to put more weight on Dylan than he already had, but when she put an arm around him and tried to get him to move away from the door, his knees buckled as soon as he pulled his hand away from the door frame. He didn't even try that hard to catch himself, though he did try to at least get a step away from Dylan so he wouldn't pull her down with him. It probably looked dramatic, but, well, it was what it was. He settled with his knees bent under him on the floor, bracing himself with one arm so he didn't collapse even more.
"He's gone," he finally gasped, too upset to bother trying to hold back his cries. "He's gone. That... Georgie didn't come back. They take people out all the time, and I... and I just... Oh god, he was there next to me, and I couldn't even hold him because of my ribs..." He swallowed, and turned to try to explain that one, but quickly decided that he didn't have it in him to explain vague statements. He was torn between wanting to curl up and cry for the next day exactly where he had landed, and getting up to find something to hurl out a window. "What if they don't give him back to me?"