You’re so much like him. The words echoed in his mind and he wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing but right now he just didn’t care. George was very aware of the fact that Angelina’s hands were on his face and he didn’t know what to do. He knew she was crying but she also had a smile on her face. Happy tears? There were many types of tears, many of which he had experienced himself: sad tears, relieved tears, angry tears, gut wrenching sobs but never happy tears.
George felt her rest her forehead against his. They were so close and now he couldn’t think. His heart was pounding against his ribcage and he didn’t understand why. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t do anything but stand there.