At long last, George understood what Lia had been trying to tell him. It all clicked and he realized she was right. No, he would never leave his brother behind to live only in memories of another life, but neither should he drag the weight of Fred's absence with him everywhere he went. It was a balancing act that he knew would take ages to perfect.
He resisted the urge to pull away from her touch. For George, touch was something very personal, something he only liked from certain people. Lia was not one of those people, but he understood the comfort she was trying to pass to him, and he appreciated it.
"I think I can do that." He hoped he could do that.