Fred appeared to have shrugged. His hand drifted up to scratch his head, an old mannerism he did when he was thinking about something. "Yeah, I don't really get it either." Fred drifted closer to her, maybe five inches away. He became clearer, her emotions were so confused. "I don't know why I'm here now. Maybe the quarantine?" Fred had been drifting around, barely visible for weeks. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on around the castle, with the virus and everything.
But since he had been there for weeks, meant of course that he had been following George quite a bit. Which led to a question, "Why is George staying in your...room?" He had seen George in her bed, but that felt wrong to ask. He had an idea of what was happening, and while there was a part of him that was jealous of his twin, he was happy. He smiled at Ang innocently, waiting for an answer.