George's question was more complicated than he probably realized, and Celia mulled over her response as she let her hand drop from his arm. It wasn't so much that her life was messy, but life happening around her was. Then again, this was George, and she had a feeling he was dealing with something similar - unless Charlie didn't talk to him about that sort of thing.
"Life is life," she replied, slipping her hands into her coat pockets to keep them warm. "How's yours?"