A break. George frowned but didn't argue exactly, at least not out loud. He had lied to his mother in the beginning, tried to hide the fact he was a Weasley because it had been too painful. He hadn't wanted to explain that he was one half of a set of twins that was no longer intact. He had helped some his future nephews hide stuff too. Merlin, he felt like a tosser.
"It...isn't just that," he finally said. "When Fred died I pushed everyone away really. I hated being home. Everything reminded me of my brother, my other half, and it was just like there was this anger building each time-" He scraped his teeth over his lower lip for a moment before he sighed. "I thought maybe I was getting better without that therapy thing you talked about, but shite like this keeps happening. I guess in a way I am doing better, not waking up on random couches after getting pissed the night before."
He relaxed against Cisco after a moment. "Aren't I just bloody delightful? Not sure I have many more flaws for you to learn about now." He was teasing slightly now since they had both seen sides of each other that most people avoided.