"More perfect than yours? I don't believe it." George said with a grin. He let the moment of shared sorrow pass behind. He was quite glad this wasn't going to turn into a contest of 'who's had it worse'. Drinks with mates were supposed to be about fun things.
"You're going to have to read me one of these sonnets of yours. Especially if they work. Not that I plan on adding the idea to my repertoire, I'm completely desirable without resorting to poetry."