"Hm? No. No, I mean. You're my best friend too. That's all. I was teasing before. You know, stuff." Maybe this is why he didn't drink. Maybe it was all psychosomatic that he didn't like the taste of alcohol. Maybe it was some deep down self knowledge that he'd possessed since the start of his life that alcohol made him into an idiot.

He had to admit though, that it was nice to have a friend. And a best friend at that. He'd never had one growing up. He'd been such a strange and awkward kid, even when doing his best at his role. He'd never really been close enough to somebody to tell them everything - which was his understanding of what a best friend was.

Now he had George.

George who knew all and felt safe with him. Loved him.

It was new. But not bad.

On a whim, he kissed George on the top of her head.