"Dad," the younger wizard spoke softly, in an almost imploring tone. "Please just call me Al." He held still, though, offering his father his arm and waiting for him to perform the spell.
Although he didn't remain silent as he waited. His mind was too busy whirling, trying to remember everything he needed to tell his father before they left the relative safety of the park. "They aren't the only ones here," he finally decided to just be direct about it all. "Lysander is here, and so is Dominique, along with Hugo and Rose. Scorpius Malfoy, too. And..."
He hesitated, swallowing once before forging ahead. Gryffindor bravery and all.
"And others. People who shouldn't be. People who've, erm, died." He didn't elaborate beyond that, not right away. Baby steps, he reminded himself. It was a lot to take in, all at once.