"Is," George corrected automatically. "Not was. Never was." He hated that, thinking Fred in a past tense. He would never stop being a huge part of George's life. He would never stop being his twin. And George didn't want anyone to try and fill that spot because it felt wrong and thick like betrayal. But he didn't feel comfortable telling Angelina - or anyone, really, if he was being honest - the depths of how much it bothered him. Even if she had already seen him like this, it felt like his own demon to conquer, and he had to do it on his own. Well, first he had to really want to heal, and he was still a bit off from that. Meh. Thinking hurt sometimes.
But he shook his head. "No. I'm not here for that." And he wasn't going to rehash the things he had been saying, thinking, and feeling for the past year. He was sick of explaining it and he was sure everyone else was sick of hearing it too. "I just came to say sorry for flipping out on you. That's it. I was kind of a dick and I know I was probably a pain in the ass, so. I'm apologizing for that." He shrugged.