George was painfully aware of the silence as it stretched on. The sounds of Ginny's breathing seeped through from her bedroom on the other side of the wall and a clock was ticking somewhere in the darkness.
He blinked in surprise when she spoke. "Oh... if you need to. But you can stay a while, if you like. How's the Quidditch coming?" It was a bit of a lame attempt at a change in conversation, but he didn't really want to be left alone after such dark thoughts.