Molly pressed her lips tightly together, then nodded. "I know. I. Can't sleep. Not hungry. Me too." She rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. "So. I won't nag... I know, it's hard to believe. But I want a promise."
She brushed his fringe off his forehead, guiding his face until he looked at her. "When this is done, and the children are back at Hogwarts, and you think it's the end of the world, please talk to someone, whether it's Fred, or Bill, or Charlie, or even me. I love you, George. I can't bear the thought of you being alone."