"Are you threatening me?" George asked, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised. "Or should I be turned on?" He grinned and put his head down on her shoulder, letting out a deep breath. Laughing felt good. It felt really good. And yet he felt bad that it felt good...
"Yeah, me too," he said, staring at a clean bit of floor. "I'm kind of tired of sitting and being a useless lump. It isn't getting me anywhere."