John hissed out a sigh, and knotted the fingers of one hand in the hair at the top of his head. This wasn't supposed to be easy, of course. Why would it be? After a moment, however, John shook his head. He didn't know how to deal with Chas, and he was beginning to regret telling him.
His hand touched the kid's shoulder tentatively, after a moment. "It isn't over yet." He was trying. That was worth something, wasn't it?