George glanced over his shoulder at Kagome as she slept, her pink fluffy comforter wrapped tightly around her. The moon hung low in the sky the sun had barely set two hours ago and he was back at work on the potions.
He listened intently to her tale during their early dinner; it explained her sudden mood shift during that summer. With everything he had seen already in the few days of being in Japan, there was no way he couldn't believe it.
They arrived back at the shrine with her mother still gone and her disappearing to the bathroom before dropping into her bed in exhaustion.
"Kagome… Hey, I think we need to talk."
George mumbled as he crawled to the side of the bed and rubbed his hand along the length of her arm.
Kagome groaned and cracked her eyes open, "George? What's going on?"
George ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, "sorry, I know you're sleeping. I just really needed to talk to you."
Kagome stretched with a yawn and sat up slowly, "okay."
"It's about… the whole Fred thing…"
Kagome's brow furrowed before flinging the blanket off her and sliding on the floor in front of George, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"What are you talking about?"
George bowed his head and inhaled deeply, "when I was talking with Fred at your friends place… he wanted to make sure you knew the truth."
Kagome swallowed hard.
"Okay…?" she trailed.
George inhaled deeply again and glanced over at his cauldron, 'he asked you to tell her.' He thought.