George was suffering. Suffering the loss of Anne, the loss of Nina, and the loss of his daughter in almost one swift fatal blow. All while being thrown in a jail cell with a woman he was sure he'd never seen before. Though if he had, he was sure he hadn't noticed. Since Nina showed, she and Eve had become his entire world. Besides stepping out to take care of his monthly business, they were all he ever wanted. Well, them and Mitchell. And Annie.
Thinking about his former ghostly, late, friend nearly had him in tears all over again. The soft 'hello' was all that stopped him. Stopped him from poking at the wall beneath the bed. He wiped his hands over his cheeks to be sure they were clear, before he turned over.
"Hullo." There was no hiding the sullen tone in his voice. George was not made for prison. Not. at. all.