This was one of those moments where George felt as though there was no air anymore, and forcing his lungs to work became a struggle. He had to fight with himself, internally repeating that Weasley men do not break down in front of near-perfect strangers in unfamiliar pubs. It was just so hard, and he had no idea how to express that without losing it or Lia saying something else mystical.
He did, however, understand what she was trying to tell him, even though it didn't resolve anything. "So what, I live my life as best I can, aware of what my brother contributed to my life, and forge ahead?"