Whistling softly to himself, George came inside from the rainy day to shaking himself a bit, Biggles at his side doing much the same. He had taken the pooch out with him on a quick run, since it was a bit soggy out, when usually they went on longer runs around the grounds. Squeaking a bit as he kicked off his sneakers and removed his rain slicker, George shocked off his slush paints and was standing in his plain white t-shirt and sweats, grinning down at the soggy Biggles, still waiting to be let off his led.
"Oh, right-ho, chap, one moment!" George laughed and bent to undo the clasp, and Biggles was off to get food and water, George shaking his head fondly as the dog stopped to give a shake before turning the corner to head to the kitchens.
George ran his fingers back through his damp hair and took a little breath-he was getting married. The thought hit him every once and a while and it was rather daunting. What if he messed up his vows? What if he tripped walking down the aisle? What if there was trouble afterwards or before or anything? He just wanted it perfect for James. It was as simple as that.
Speaking of the man, he heard the guitar coming from the den and headed that way, trying to fix his hair, his cheeks a bit red as he came into the room from the wind still.
"Hello, James, chap! How are you feeling?" George had worried when he heard about House and Ray and such disappearing-He feared it would cause James much grief, as much as, if not more, as it caused Rebecca. Part of him feared James still loved House deep down, and that the loss would be too much. However, the man seemed to be doing alright. George just waited and hoped it would stay that way.
Walking over to him, he kissed the top of his head before sitting down, "Lovely run, what!"