Verity was content to walk along with him, her arm looped through his, as they approached the gravesite. She gave a little chuckle. "I remember having to wear green and purple for a week so I wouldn't clash." She tightened her grip on his arm as they reached the headstone.
"I think he'd be more handsome than you." Verity said, straight-faced. Though she was kidding, trying to get a little rise out of him. George was at his best when he was laughing, playful. Though Verity loved him through and through, she wanted him to be happy, to feel love and joy and remembrance. Though, she knew there would always be sadness.
"Older, too." She teased, leaning her head close against his upper arm.