Fred hoped that things would be alright. He hoped that somehow they could get back to where they'd been before. He also hoped that they could work together to figure out how the hell they'd ended up with the same horrid dream in the first place. That could be figured out later, though. For now, he just wanted to reassure his brother that they were going to be alright.
George seemed to be confident, but the tear streaks on his face made Fred's heart clench. Lifting both hands, he cupped his brother's face in them and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. "I might even let you talk me out of stuff," he said. "At least for a little while." He was pretty sure he was going to be avoiding anything that looked remotely like the surroundings in his dream for the immediate future.