Arthur brushed his hands together and braced his arms around the small plate in front of him. "Your mother's worried."
George scratched the back of his neck and jerked his head to a pile of letters on the countertop in the kitchen. "I hadn't noticed, so sending me four a day isn't normal?"
"She thinks that you're only around Kagome to fill the void of Fred's loss; or that there's something deeper there. Either way, she's sent me because you haven't written her back."
"Why do people keep asking if I fancy her? You want to know the real reason I keep company with her? She reminds me of the good times, everything from the time we were 12 was with her; she's a brilliant friend and I love her to death." George sighed, his hands being thrown in the air in exasperation.
Arthur raised his hands in a calming gesture, "I know that, but your mother just wants to be sure you two aren't using each other. She's been paranoid since the battle⦠It's an adjustment."
George sighed and dragged his hands through his hair, "I know, sorry. Let me just ask though, would it be so bad if it escalated?"
Arthur pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side, "has it?"
