George shrugged, giving Bill a glance. He didn't know why he just didn't come out and say there was someone he might be snogging on the sofa at any given time, now. Something in him wanted to keep it to himself for another minute, although there was another part of him that wanted to shout it from the rooftop. Every Weasley knew Angelina, after all. Maybe that was it. Maybe they'd think the same thing that had made him reluctant to tell her how he felt.
That he was her Fred. But he wasn't. She knew him.
He nodded. "Yeah. Stuff changes, all right. Look. I know whatever's working out with you guys is your business, and I'm absolutely not the brother who'd give you advice that wasn't shit, but if... You know. If you ever feel like knocking back a few and..." He shrugged. "Yeah. Not talking about stuff, or anything, I'm around, yeah?"