"Let me go talk to him," Robert said. "We knew this was not going to be easy. I'll be back."
Robert knew where Andrew would be. In the bedroom that Andrew used when he stayed with Robert and Kate. Robert found the door ajar. He knocked on the doorjamb and pushed the door open. "I do understand, Andrew. You know that. And Steven is trying. We did talk about how things might be tough at first, didn't we?"
"Yes," Andrew mumbled.
"Well, then? Here it is. You're a Gryffindor, Boy. That means you don't run from trouble. You man up to it. You're not a runner anyway. We both know that."
"Yes, Sir."
"I want you to start this from scratch, as if you never even knew him. Start over. Take it one day at a time, one moment at a time...."
"But I like it here! I like...."
"Andrew," Robert said gently, sitting on the bed and taking Andrew's arm to make him sit beside him. "You will always have a home here. Always. We just want you to have a home with Steven too. We want for you the same thing you want. There really isn't a problem here. You two just aren't communicating really well about it. Now, go back. Talk to him."
"You come with me."
"I will," Robert said, standing. "Let's go." He led Andrew back to the living room. "Alright. Now. Let's try this again."