George wrapped both arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and using her warmth to focus on. "I'm okay with that," he whispered with half a smile. "A conversation for another day, maybe. Or never. Never's good." He chuckled a little at that. He was lying to himself, he knew it. Some part of him knew that to talk about it was the path toward healing, but it was also a path of memory and pain.
When she spoke again, he shifted just enough so he could look down at her. "Very nice," he said, stroking her hair. "Something I've learned in all these years being me, expect the unexpected. Weird shit happens, and sometimes it's amazing, and it's best to just go with it. It'll probably get even better."