George chewed his lip, averting his eyes. Logically he knew she was correct, but it still seemed like he was the only one he knew who was so unhinged by it. They had all had time to cope and deal, but George didn't want time. He didn't want to cope and deal. He wanted to forget all about it, to go back a couple hours in time and pull Fred out of the way, sacrifice himself if he had to but make a damned effort to get them both to safety. The end. Come what may of it, the end.
Her fingers on his skin pulled him back out form his circular thoughts and then promptly blankened them. Before he knew what he was doing, his eyes fell down to her lips and his body had started to lean forward - when his mind managed to catch up, and he kissed her forehead instead.
George straightened out a bit awkwardly. "Right... sorry. Yeah. To hell with everything else."