He wouldn't realize it until hours later, but for the first time in over a month, George wasn't thinking about Alicia. It was normally so much harder not to think back to their sort-of fight and the we're-just-friends thing and all of that mess. Yet here he was, his attention and focus solely on Trish and how she was squeezing his arm and kissing his cheek. How long had it been since someone had given him this sort of attention? And she looked so cute wrapped up in his coat--
"Right," he coughed, suddenly realizing he wasn't thinking very clearly. "Maps. Yes. Yeah, Fred and I have one we can get you. I'll make sure you get one. Can't believe you're older than me though... You don't look it." He laughed at the bit about St Mungo's. "Oi, don't go taking advantage of me now..." He teased.