George stayed silent as they walked to the master bedroom, watching Sebastian carefully to catch him if he fell over. He felt exhausted, like he'd been running on nothing but adrenaline and the desire for Sebastian to come back. Now that he was actually back, George felt a little like collapsing. Sebastian was safe; still sad and more than a little self-destructive, but he was here and himself again.
He sat down on the bed next to Sebastian, then flopped onto his back. George stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then finally spoke.
"It wasn't you, though, man. Your memories were gone. And I know that you wanted some of them gone, but-" George rubbed his eyes, wondering if they looked as bloodshot as they felt. "But your memories make you, and the world is definitely a better place with you in it."