"I've been... fine," he answered with a small shrug that in no way revealed the fact that he'd just asked George that morning, just in case, if she might still have been around.
"It's not a big deal at all," he assured her. "Here, I'll show you up to your room." Or his room. Whatever. He led her up the stairs into his room, which, as promised was exceptionally clean for a teenage boy's room. It was very sparse and bachelor pad-esque. Despite how long he'd been in Lockewood and now this village he had yet to acquire many personal touches. "Um. So this is it."