"I never intended for said tactic to be used on me," he laughed, letting his arm wrap around her waist when she leaned into him. It was a familiar thing for them, this closeness and he barely bated an eye at it anymore. Half the time they didn't even realize they were doing it, so natural it had become. "Coincidentally, I did bring you a present. The typical six pounds of chocolate, a wide assortment of new products, and this."
Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out a tiny gift wrapped in crimson and gold. Enlarging it, he handed it to her. Beneath the paper was a ten by twelve picture frame that was charmed to scroll through almost every picture George could find of Katie since first year. There were some of her, George and Fred. There was some of her and Leanne. Her and Oliver. Hell, with her being in the center of the media more often then not, he'd even managed to include a few pictures of her and her new circle of friends, Flint included. "I got the idea from some muggle frame. You plugged it into one of those computators and it put pictures on it. I improvised."
The topic of his brother was one George was conflicted on. He was friends with Fleur, but Bill was his brother. Even if the fool wasn't acting like he was even part of the family. Not telling them about his affliction and running off as though he was the only one in the world to have ever faced becoming a Werewolf bothered George. He had thought they'd all learned their lessons about running, but clearly he had been wrong. "Well, you know Mum. Divorce is the dirtiest word in any language. I've tried to steer clear of her these past few days," he muttered, offering her a shrug. "I don't know how he is, as we're not privileged enough to be aware of such information. Perhaps when the self-pity runs it's course that will change."