George closed his eyes and swallowed, trying to keep himself under control. But oh God, Padraig would really do it, that was the worst part. At least he had been able to move around in that room, as horrible as it was. At least he hadn't been buried.
He knew what Padraig wanted. Or at least, part of what Padraig wanted.
"Please," he said, opening his eyes to look at his brother. "Please, don't."