She tensed when he said Fred's name; in fact, he was surprised he'd been able to. George wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair. "You too," he murmured. But shouldn't they be better by now? It'd been bloody years...
Still, he thought about Fred every day. Still had moments he wanted to call him, ask his opinion, tell him a joke.
"Get out of here? Fuck yes..." He looked around. "D'you need to see anyone else? Or can we just go and get a drink?"