6 Harry's POV

Tom remained evasive to our questions for days, even the psychiatrist couldn't get out of him what had happened. All that Tom would say was that he was fine, and that his wife had left. That was it. Nothing more. As for explaining why he had passed out, he said that he had been in shock, because his wife had left, that was all. He was better now, had had time to get used to the idea, could cope better.

Nobody believed him, not entirely, but there was nothing we could say to actually get him to talk, so we accepted it and moved on. It was clear that that was the bare basics of what happened, but the true details weren't going to be coming any time soon. His wife had left, he'd gone into shock (or something similar), passed out, and was now adjusting again. It wasn't ideal, and certainly didn't sound entirely right, and didn't explain everything, but when the answers weren't forthcoming, we just had to move on.

After the psychiatrist had recommended just simply keeping an eye on Tom, making sure he ate and slept, and wasn't showing signs of depression, he was allowed home. We were all given strict warnings that if we suspected that anything at all was wrong, then we had to get Tom back to the hospital, or at least to a psychiatrist, to get him help. But other than that, we were left to just take him home and move on.

But could we? That was a dramatic thing to happen. Tom still wasn't talking much, didn't seem all there at points either. He was clearly putting on a mask and trying to carry on like nothing happened, but could we trust him to get on by himself? Maybe if he was on his own, but there was Buzz to think about. Tiny, little baby Buzz, helpless if his dad went a bit... off, again.

"We thought we'd stay over a couple of days, help out a bit." Danny suggested on the way home, sounding cheerful enough.

"What? Why? I'm fine on my own." Tom looked slightly scared at the prospect, that wasn't normal.

"We know, but you've had a bight of shock recently, we thought it would be best to stick around for a few days, to make sure that everything is okay." I explained gently, hoping that Tom took it well and accepted our help.

"But, but I can manage, I promise I can." Tom whispered, paling.

"We know, trust me, we do. But, she just left, and you haven't really... you haven't spent much time looking after Buzz by yourself since he was born, we thought that maybe you'd like a bit of back up for a bit, while you adjust." That was our excuse, and we were sticking to it. It was reasonable as an explanation, and was also true. Tom was a priority here, but so was Buzz. We had to think of the little boy too now.

"Oh, oh o-okay. I understand." Tom nodded, seeming crestfallen at the idea. He wouldn't have looked like that before if we had offered help, I was sure of it. He always let us help to look after Buzz while we were on tour, even if it was just looking after him for a few minutes while he had to go do something. Obviously moving in for a few weeks would be a different situation, but surely Tom could see the reasoning behind it?

"It's not that we don't think that you can do it Tom, we do. It's just that things have shifted a lot recently, and you need time to adjust. That's hard to do when there's a child involved. We just want to make sure you're both safe, okay?" Danny rested his hand on Tom's arm, he nodded sadly. I hoped it was just sadness over his wife, and nothing else. It really wasn't that we didn't think that Tom wasn't capable of looking after Buzz, he was, in fact he was a great dad to the kid. But after his reaction the other day, and the way we found him, could we really be blamed for stepping in for a while?

"Thank you, we'll make it through this together, I promise." Danny smiled brightly, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"If you say so." Tom sighed, looking out the window.

Seriously, what the hell had happened to him?