"Yeah." George mumbled, popping his eyes for a second, his eyebrows raising up, chewing on his bottom lip to emphasize exactly how much he agreed with that simple one-syllable word. Taking a deep breath, he pushed off the wall, stretched, then flopped back against it. Angelina didn't have to worry about eloquence; George wasn't topping those charts tonight either, that was for damn sure.
"No, I know what you mean -- on both counts. Sometimes I wish I didn't either. Sometimes I wish I would've been brought here from before it had to happen, you know? So I could think back to the other world and not have it be the last bloody thing I can remember." He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I.. definitely understand."
It was kind of cleansing, actually, to talk about it so openly like this. George had tried to just put it in the past and keep it buried, but that hadn't really helped him feel much better. Well... maybe they were right. Talking did help, sometimes.