Fred/Helena and whoever else is good people!
Fred's smile died rather quickly. He wasn't sure what either of them had said, but he didn't want her to leave. He shot George with a confused look.
"Yeah, Helena, it's...whatever it was we were just kidding," he said, his voice coming out worried. Maybe it was the dead comment. That had to be it. Or the date thing. Fred bit his lip. That seemed likely.