Celia frowned at George's response. She knew they didn't know each other that well, but that didn't mean she didn't care. Especially when he was being so honest about it. But then he was asking about Oliver and her jaw clenched momentarily, not sure where to begin. If Oliver had said she could come over she would know better, but she was stuck with him claiming to be fine - which was definitely a lie - and knowing that he'd drunk himself into a horrible place just days before.
"He's surviving, I think," she said, a soft frown still turning down the corners of her mouth. "Something like that."