George didn't look at her, he continued staring up at the ceiling overhead, his hand tracing nonsense patterns along her bare back. This whole thing was supposed to be about feeling good, right? Forgetting all the bad and just having fun. He'd been forcing himself to have fun a lot lately.
He had never exactly been a very open person. He didn't even share most things with Fred. Not that he had to, his twin could always read him in the same ways George always knew what Fred was thinking. Even in the world of twins, they were linked in strange ways.
"Maybe you can imagine it," he said, "you almost lost her. I know, I was there. She'd be dead if..." He wasn't ready to bring his ability to kill into this. "If anyone knows what it could be like, it would be you."