>>He was lost. When you died. We all were. But George, it's like a part of him is missing. He picks up and leaves sometimes. Like it's all too much and he suddenly can't stand being wherever he is. He goes and he doesn't tell anyone, so we're all left scrambling, trying to track him down.
>>He's still learning, in my time. We're all learning how to keep going without you there. I wish I could tell you how much it hurts. I don't think there's a word to do it justice.
>>Anyway. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm glad he found someone to ground him. To support him. To keep him company.