Placing a hand over her mouth as she heard the other door open, Alicia nearly held her breath at the same time. Careful not to make any sudden moves, it was difficult not to laugh about it. They were like teenagers sneaking around trying not to get caught.
Dropping her hand to her side, Alicia grinned. "One of my best I think." Too many boxes. Of course. It made perfect sense. "You'll get to them eventually." It was a weak condolence, but one none the less. Even ater all this time, Alicia was as careful as she could be when talking with George about anything remotely relating to Fred. Truth be told, it was difficult at times.
Stepping inside the room, Alicia closed the door behind her and took the offered seat on the bed. "Do you need something? A drink? Of water, that is." Frowning, Alicia reached out and rested a hand against his shoulder. "Maybe you should just try and get back to sleep, yeah? I can come back tomorrow or something. When everyone's awake." Then again, visits tended to be more awkward with Mrs. Weasley looming over and listening to nearly every conversation that wasn't going on.