George huffed a soft laugh. "You're calling me transparent?" A rueful smile shaped his mouth as he stretched, reaching up for the pillow and pulling it into a squashy lump. "But it's probably true..."
He didn't have to lean far to kiss her again. "You know me better than most," he agreed, a soft echo, then touched her cheek again. "You know me better than anyone."
It was true. She'd seen him falling apart, petulant and lost, angry and irritated, desperately missing his twin and eager for new adventure. He kissed her again, then stretched out on his back, staring up at her ceiling.
"I didn't even really plan to wank," he said, then looked over at her. "Sincerely."