As Alex closed the door behind him, he found Amelia standing nearby, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "How is he?" she asked, her voice soft.
Alex shook his head, a deep sigh escaping him. "Still traumatized. I can feel it. It's okay to let him be for a moment. I went through something similar during the war—trauma from losing someone doesn't just go away."
Amelia's brow furrowed as she absorbed his words. "It's hard to watch someone you care about suffer like this," she said gently. "I wish there was more we could do."
"I know," Alex replied, leaning against the wall beside her. "But sometimes, all we can do is give them space and be there when they're ready. Barty needs to process this in his own time."
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Amelia asked, concern evident in her eyes.
