"Wise decision," George told him dryly, finishing his shot and then pouring them both a new one, leaning back in the sofa, twisting so his back was in the corner and he could talk to Jack more easily.
"Mum's probably working herself up about it. As soon as wedding nonsense comes off, I always find a reason to run off and have to work or something." Which was how George avoided all unwanted conversations. Being a boss was brilliant for avoiding shite you didn't want to talk about.
"Capper's a good sort. It was a bit weird, way back when they first started up, since Gin had liked blokes before that, but think she's better off anyway." Since Sam was good for Ginny, from what George had seen. "What kind of band are you all putting together?"