[Fred knows something is going on, and George can tell. Of course he can tell. He can tell everything that bloody man is thinking. He wants to laugh with him. He wants to tell jokes and smile and pretend everything is fine. More than fine. But he's never been able to lie to Fred. Not before, and he doesn't want to make a habit of it now, now that Fred is...
Well. If he can't tell Fred, who can he ever tell?]
I think this place is playing tricks on me again. I went to get a glass of water and I thought I saw...
[He rubs his hands over his face again. Don't make him say it. He's been avoiding saying it for months.]
a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;
Well. If he can't tell Fred, who can he ever tell?]
I think this place is playing tricks on me again. I went to get a glass of water and I thought I saw...
[He rubs his hands over his face again. Don't make him say it. He's been avoiding saying it for months.]