Who: George and Padraig Where: Padraig's farm When: Backdated to just after George/Lust happened What: "Paaaadraaaaaaig, why is my life so haaaaaard?"
George wasn't quite sure what his emotions were, let alone how to feel about them. There was fear and a healthy amount of shame, along with plenty of irritation and some, well, lust. Untangling any of it seemed too hard, so he just laid on his brother's couch and stared at the ceiling instead.
He grunted as he heard his brother come into the room. Besides promising Padraig that he wouldn't try to sleep with Euterpe (which he never would, because he wasn't a complete asshole, for God's sake), they hadn't really spoken about what had happened. George supposed he probably should, because who could he talk about it with if not Padraig? But lying on the couch really did seem so much easier.