Alfred watched Bruce for a moment before collecting the dishes and beginning to clean up. If he kept busy he...he what? Would forget anything had happened? No. There was no forgetting this. The manor would be quiet now, much too quiet and empty.<br/><br/>Finishing the few dishes, Alfred turned back to Bruce. What could he say to the kid who he considered like his own? That everything would be okay? He would get enough of that from the public, from those rich families masquerading as friends just to get something.<br/><br/>Sitting in the chair next to the boy Alfred placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder to get his attention.<br/><br/>"If you need anything, just let me know." The boy knew Alfred would listen, would be there for anything he needed, just as he had been in the past when the bullies at school had gotten out of hand, or the fights had frightened him late at night. He squeezed Bruce's shoulder before once more standing up. He knew it wouldn't be long before people began to arrive to express their sympathies.