"I suppose." George drew another slow breath. "He's just... My head is full of him, today." It had been a while since he'd had a day so full of his twin that he'd had a hard time finding himself.
"Maybe Izzy'd let us eat here," he said quietly. "Picnic on the rug. Think he'd pitch a fit?" He realised that he still held the glass in one hand and he downed the rest of the drink. Only a mouthful, but still.