[Alfred barely feels the bite of Oswald's nails into his skin as he is more focused on holding and soothing the smaller man, rocking him gently as he cries and wails. He understands his pain and knows that the only way past it is through it. It's a storm that one has to weather, but that doesn't mean Oswald has to be alone when he does and eventually when Oswald finally turns away and practically falls into Alfred's bed he takes a moment to think.

Without another word he leaves the bedroom, going down to the kitchen and about five mins later he returns with two cups of hot liquid.]

Here. [He says as he sits down next to Oswald, slipping an arm around his shoulders to help lift him up into a sitting position. In his other hand is a hot toddy, one he brings to Oswald's lips.]

This might help you a bit.