He'd slowly moved closer while singing, and as soon as he stopped, George stood up and moved back to the chair. "Why don't you try and sleep, Fred, and I'll be back later. All right?"
He was fidgeting, but that wasn't a surprise. He'd been there for what felt like hours and George just needed some fresh air. And distance. Because that always provided perspective, or so his mum told him.
Because this fear for Fred today was ridiculous, and slightly frightening.