Kagome lay out on her makeshift bed in Ginny's room, her eyes closed as she played with her hair. George disappeared into his old bedroom when the entered the Burrow, the same crestfallen look on his face he had when he came to the realization he had forgotten his brother wasn't next to him in the garden.
Cracking her eyes open, Kagome frowned deeply as her fingers moved to stroke her left side. "You promised this time it would be better, this is worse." She mumbled absently.
Letting her hand drop she rolled over, curling into a ball as tears formed in her eyes.
Turning her face into her pillows she let the tears fall, taking care to stay as quiet as she could.
She heard the door open making her freeze.
"This is the first time I've seen you cry."
Kagome shifted and glanced up at George standing behind the closed door. His eyes were red and puffy, his nose pink.
"I've been trying to keep it together for you."
George released a deep breath and moved to sit next to her bed, Kagome pushing herself up.
"Well stop doing that. We're not going to get any better with you sugar coating everything and walking on eggshells around me."
Kagome sighed and nodded brushing her tears away. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around George's neck his own arms moving automatically around her waist.
"You smell like gunpowder." She mumbled.
George snorted and pulled back, "our room still does. I think we did that permanently with all of our failed experiments."
"Tell me about them?" Kagome questioned, bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest.
George shifted and placed his back against Ginny's footboard, starting at the beginning of when he and Fred came to the realization they wanted to go into the joke business full-time.
Neither noticed Molly and Arthur outside of the door listening to the two, content and weary looks on their faces at the two people closest to Fred finally talking about him instead of around his memory.