Alfie takes Tommy into the kitchen, and sits him delicately down in front of the kitchen hearth while he starts up a fire. You treat shock (not by face-fucking someone into tears, but that ship has sailed) with warmth, so despite the fact that it's only a mildly chilled spring night, he gets a fire up in his little stove, and a kettle on, first things first. When he's near enough to him, he touches his hair, or braces a hand on his shoulder as he crouches at the grate.

While the kettle sets to boiling, Alfie fetches Tommy a pastry, a little stale but filled with sweet honey and nuts. He breaks a little piece off for him, and pushes it into his hand.