George sighed. "It'd be nice, I guess. If we could be friends again, but I dunno. If he'd come around when I was sick, we might have done. Or after, but it's been a long time..." He wished he could believe it might happen, but he honestly couldn't.
He chuckled as she spoke, wrapping a careful arm around her shoulders. "War's hell," he said, shaking his head. "But if things are more complicated, it's because we made them that way. I mean, we could've done what we were supposed to, be good at school, gone to work at the Ministry or some boring job, blah blah. It was us who wanted more. More fun, more money, more challenge and adventure. I'm sure there are folks my age living perfectly boring lives."
He kissed her temple, then shifted with an involuntary sound, pulling the edge of the covers across their bodies a bit. "Most of it, I wouldn't change." He thought a moment, then chuckled again. "What, d'you have some kind of hallucinogenic mist in your Floo or something? We always end up talking about the weirdest things, somehow."