Written for the Just Dialogue/Description challenge over at HPFC. I own nothing. 3
"George…can we talk?"
"…"
"Or I'll just do all the talking…is that okay?"
"…"
"I'm sorry, George. About everything. I shouldn't have left."
"…"
"And if you hated me forever, I couldn't blame you. But I never wanted this. I just wanted something more. I was tired of—of our life. I didn't want the hand-me downs robes and the books that were falling apart…I just…I wanted more."
"So you left."
"I…y-yeah, I left."
"We came after you. Fred and I did. Begged you to come home, didn't we?"
"…I—yeah..."
"Several times."
"B-but, by then…it was too late. The damage had already been done…I didn't…I didn't think I'd be welcome."
"You wouldn't of. But at least you'd have been home. It wouldn't have---it…wouldn't have happened this way, if you had."
"I'm----I'm sorry, George."
"I know."
"I…I practiced that joke for ages. I knew you two would appreciate it…and I just…wanted to come home."
"…"
"I'm sorry, George."
"Me too, Perce. Me too."