[Giles pauses a few steps into the living room and just sighs. For a second, once again, Giles finds himself feeling very, very old and very, very useless.

But it passes - a second later, he draws himself up and spins around to face Helios. Looking quite stern, he prods the other man quite deliberately in the chest.] What the hell are you talking about? There's you, Helios, for god's sake. You've lived with whatever he's enduring for years now - even if we knew some sort of magic to help him, there would still be no one in a better position to help him than you, magic or no magic.

You're talking nonsense. Sit. I'll fix some tea.