"And why do I get to live and he doesn't? Why me?" But then he stopped himself. Damnit, he was trying not to have this conversation a billion times with a billion people. The conversations were always circular and he never found the answers he wanted - nor could he ever clarify his own questions. "Whatever. We're both here. To hell with everything else, right?"
George hesitated. "I don't know. It seems to be normal for everyone else." Maybe he was just extra-sensitive about the topic. "No one else seems as bothered by it. It's just the - Oh, Fred's here?! surprise. I'm the only one who's..." fucked up, battling nightmares, unable to talk about it for very long without an anxiety attack of some sort? "...still bothered the same way."
"I don't know. I don't want to talk about it." That was the hardest part: having children.