She turned her head towards the table and took the empty vial; she reached around George's neck, gently reclasping the hook and then tucking it back under his collar. Taking his hands, she gave them a long squeeze. "Let's leave it there for now. You've got a lot to think about. Let me know when you'd like to talk again."
Her fingers slipped by his, the small grit of Fred passing between them. "Take care, George."