[And then he's there, and it's so unbelievably George, he's even joking about that damned hole. Fred's grinning before he knows it (and there's absolutely nothing emotional behind those bright eyes) but then he listens, takes it in, and why does George need cheering up when everything is perfect, never better, and it hits him.
He's from after. After, and not day of from the looks of his clothes, which means after, after.]
Bloody Hell.
[The voice message isn't intentional. It's the product of Fred suddenly grabbing his device and shoving it into his pocket carelessly. He doesn't care about the rest of the post, doesn't care to make contact first or let him know he's coming. No hesitation. Nothing. Just the sound of a loud crack!--]
[ accidental voice || 2/3 ]
He's from after. After, and not day of from the looks of his clothes, which means after, after.]
Bloody Hell.
[The voice message isn't intentional. It's the product of Fred suddenly grabbing his device and shoving it into his pocket carelessly. He doesn't care about the rest of the post, doesn't care to make contact first or let him know he's coming. No hesitation. Nothing. Just the sound of a loud crack!--]