Molly and Georgie sat curled up on opposite ends of the large sofa, facing each other. It was dark now - the light from a couple of lamps and some candles that Molly had lit gave the sitting room a warm, cosy glow. They each had a blanket covering their legs and were nursing the freshly made cups of tea that Charles had just brought into them. He had left them alone to talk; he figured that Georgie might open up more if it was just her and Molly for a bit and that it might just be what she needed - someone who would understand on some level what she was going through.

"Was it as bad as I've imagined it?" Molly dared to ask.

"Worse." Georgie answered truthfully "I keep seeing him lying there." She took a breath "I keep thinking about all the times he saved my life - I mean literally saved my life - and I couldn't even save him once. Not once. It's the shit Mols."

Molly listened intently, she had come close to losing Charles once and that had hurt enough. She felt so deeply sorry for Georgie going through this pain but she couldn't bear to hear her torturing herself by thinking that she could have saved him. "I know it's hard but you mustn't think like that Georgie." Molly began "Look, I know I wasn't there but from what Charles has told me about it the best medic in the world couldn't have saved him. Primary and tertiary blast injuries with fall impact - there was nothing anybody could have done. You know that, I know you do."

Georgie contemplated this for a second, looking up at the ceiling and blinking in an effort to stop the tears, in her heart of hearts she did know this. "I never even told him that I loved him." she confessed.

"He knew you did Georgie." Molly offered up some comfort.

"Did he?" Georgie replied, shaking her head, not so sure. "I was so... scared...of letting him back in. I put a wall up."

Molly thought for a second "Well it obviously wasn't big enough 'cos he managed to climb right over it and put a ring on it, didn't he?" She smirked, taking a sip of tea.

Georgie allowed herself to smile; thinking back to the last night she and Elvis had spent together and then finding his note in her bag with the ring attached to it the following day. Molly chuckled quietly.

"Makes it hurt even more - we were gonna start a life together, then it gets snatched away...again." Georgie said.

"Better that you reconciled though isn't it? Charles tells me there was a lot of tension between you two before? Would have been worse if he had died and you never got a chance to sort things out, no?"

"Guess so." Georgie said half heartedly.

Molly stared at Georgie - who was staring into her cup of tea. "You are properly offloading to the psychologist aren't you?" Molly began "You're not holding any of this back right? Because you know it only does more harm than good in the end."

Georgie looked up at her "Yea...yea I'm trying. Really." Georgie sighed "It's just hard you know - when they don't know all the history to it. It's exhausting - dragging up the past."

"Yea and there's a hell of a lot of past to drag up where you two are concerned that's for sure." Molly said.

"Tell me about it." Georgie groaned. She exhaled in frustration "I just hate telling them all the things that I wish I could have told him." She admitted.

Molly nodded, looking thoughtful and then she had an idea "Have you thought of, like, writing him a letter?" she said.

"A letter?" Georgie quizzed.

"Yea, well it's just that I've heard that it helps some people to write down what their feeling, you know? Rather than sayin' it out loud to some psychologist that don't know you from Adam. It's meant to be therapeutic or something, I dunno. Never was one for writing, me."

Georgie chewed the corner of her mouth, thinking intently.

"It's just an idea." Molly added, dismissively.