It was easier to let Harry lead the way since he seemed to have a direction, and Gaius followed along, sitting on the sofa and accepting the drink with a nod of thanks. He sipped it without tasting it, thinking that he should be the one to do the caretaking, when he heard Faelan start to speak.
The boy's voice held all the grief Gaius was feeling, and he put down his glass, turning without thinking to wrap his arms around Faelan and pull him into an embrace. "I know, I know," he murmured, holding Faelan as he would Cymbeline or Lysander, rocking him gently. He looked up at Harry, motioning an invitation for him to join them. They were family, after all, and they could offer each other comfort.