George didn't talk about feelings very well. Or at all. He deflected conversations about how he FELT onto safer topics. Or topics that were more entertaining. Such as the state of Roger's pants.
He really only had himself to blame for George turning it back on him, he reasoned. Since he'd been the one to push. "I don't know. You came over here to snog me. I figured you were just working out whether or not you had to get me drunk to get me in bed." George grinned. "It would probably help. I mean I usually have standards when sober, you know. So a few drinks first and then we'll see."