Angelina shrugged. "I'm not sure what else she could do." Angelina wished Pansy had fought her; Ange could handle physical pain. She dealt with physical pain almost on a daily basis, whether it was pushing her body to its limit, or stumbling over her son's toy. It was this emotional pain that really hurt her. Ange wasn't sure how to deal with it, or how she was supposed to feel. For now, she just wanted to forget everything. Forget Pansy exists, forget she was married to a cheater, forget that if and when her children showed up their lives would be turned inside out and upside down. Forgetting was the only thing Ange could do right now.
Instead of answering Fred's first question, Angelina stayed silent. No, she wasn't alright. She had just punched her husband's mistress, and she was feeling butterflies around her husband's twin. Definitely not alright. When Fred offered his place, Angelina looked up at him and nodded slowly. Her eyes searched his, and her emotions took over. Her emotions that were spinning out of control, and her emotions she wanted to repress. Angelina dropped his hand and brought hers to his cheek. He shouldn't have died, she shouldn't have married George to replace him. "Kiss me," she whispered. She was terrified and excited, and not thinking straight.