His eyes closed briefly as George's fingers explored his body and he fought not to flinch as he was manhandled closer. Next full he was going to sit by himself somewhere like Remus did. Let the others kill each other if they wanted. He. Didn't. Care.
'Clouds and leaves?' He didn't get an answer, instead the Twink's tongue swept over his tattoo and he curled his fingers into red hair as he tried to ground himself a little. 'Yours now?' He sighed, despite it being a drug addled statement, he still hated the turn of phrase. 'I can live with Cloudy.'
Sliding his hands down to take hold of George's upper arms, he lifted him up, holding them chest to chest. 'Don't fall asleep down there...'