George smiled faintly, turning his cheek toward her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. What was he cut from?
He wrapped his arms around her, sighing and leaning his cheek against her hair. "Everything," he said softly. "I want to do everything. I want to make fireworks that sing and toffees that make your eyes blue and sherbet lemon that makes you yellow for an hour." He sighed again, suddenly feeling every bit of pain he hadn't a moment ago.
"I'd give anything to make something with him again. Just one thing..."