Verity rolled her eyes. "That's so like you, George. Do something stupid and make the rest of us worry." She walked over to the bed and sat down beside it. The seat was still warm from where Mrs. Weasley had been sitting. Her free hand (the one not holding her fruit and pop) reached out to touch his arm.
"You all right?" Stupid question. Of course he wasn't all right. But Verity was feeling nervous and awkward after a weekend of little sleep and so much worry.