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Author's Note: I am still working on getting back to my rhythm; it's a lot harder than I anticipated. Thank you for being patient.

Trying To Move Forward

"Hey George." She smiled at him and then nodded past him, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." He moved inside and she followed shutting the door before joining him on the couch. They were silent for a bit, which didn't bother Angelina at all. She knew that she wanted to tell him what she had told Alicia, Katie and Lee…well more that she wanted to tell George that she had told them about everything. It was hard though, now that she was here. She didn't really like the idea of bringing up the subject again; it still hurt to talk about it. "Ange?"

She looked up at George, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

She took a deep breathe and decided she needed to just say it, "I told them."

"You told who what?"

"Alicia, Katie, Lee. I told them that I was pregnant and married to…Fred." His name came out in a whisper.

"Oh," he put his hand on her shoulder, "how did it go?"

She shrugged, "As best as it could go I suppose."

"Well Ange, I think it's a good thing you told them," George stood up, "let me get you something to drink."

She nodded as he left to the kitchen. Sighing she looked around the living room. It looked much the same from the last time she had been here. There were parchments with ideas spread around the room. She saw a few snacks that he had left out. He hadn't cleaned up in a while. That much was obvious, he had been doing better, but now…why wasn't he? He and Fred kept things just so…there was always a rhyme or reason to what they did.

There probably still was.

George came back into the room and handed her a cup and then sat down next to her, "Sorry, it's only water."

"Water is good." She smiled at him. After taking a drink from her cup she set it down on the table, "What did you mean?"

He tilted his head, "About what?"

"That it's a good thing I told them."

George looked away from her and shrugged, "So then you don't have to feel like you can only talk to me."

Before she could stop herself Angelina found herself saying, "I don't mind talking to you, I like it."

He turned to her and she looked into his eyes. It was true; talking to George...it was right, natural. She really did love it.

Very natural.

Angelina felt herself moving closer to George. She paused, she shouldn't be doing this…should she? He was a good friend that was no question.

But to kiss him?

No, that would be crossing the line.

Wouldn't it?

She loved his brother…still loved Fred. This was George. She already had been in this spot, why was she here again. Perhaps she was having issues with the fact that he looked like Fred.

No, that wasn't it. She knew them as separate people, they were not the same. She looked down, unsure as to what to do next. When she looked back up George was looking away.

"Well, I'm always here to talk to Ange, you know that."

"I do. I really do. George," she put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her, "I'm here if you want to talk."

"But…"

"I should get going…I just…I thought you should know. You know. About Lee, Katie and Alicia. And Ginny."

"Yes, of course…wait did you just say Ginny?"

Angelina closed her eyes, "Yes, did I forget to mention her?"

He nodded, "You told me sister!"

"Well not intentionally. She was talking and I was…down, very down. It slipped out."

"Right. Of course it was an accident, you didn't do that on purpose."

Angelina stiffened, "Of course not George, don't forget that this is not something I'm throwing around to everyone. Besides you, Lee, Alicia, Katie and Ginny, no one else knows."

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. I should get going."

He grabbed her hand, "No, stay. It's fine."

As she felt his hand close over hers she felt a sense of contentment, comfort, which was there in Georges' touches. "I would love to…but I think I really should be going home. I do appreciate it."

"Of course."

George squeezed her hand and she smiled at him, Slowly she stood up and he realized her hand as she did so, "Thank you."

He nodded and Angelina turned around, "Hey, you are still welcome here."

"I know…but…I just…" It would be so easy to stay with him. Comforting and nice. She felt safe here and she loved being with George, but she knew that it would be the wrong thing to stay. She needed to leave. "I can't. I'll…I'll see you later."

"Alright."

She smiled at him before she left.

As Angelina walked out of his building she felt more of herself leave. Why did she feel so down about this? She was doing the right thing leaving his place.

Wasn't she?

Now she just wasn't sure. Things seemed to get more and more complicated. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Fred was dead and yet…she didn't expect…she loved Fred. She knew that she always would, but now what? She had to do something…muddling through just wasn't exactly working for her. Maybe…no, she was fine. Perhaps with time things would be easier.

Easier?

Maybe.

But only with time.

Time. How long would it take?

Her thoughts drifted back to George, she did want to go back there and talk with him. But he didn't need her just hanging around him all the time. No, he probably wanted to try and get through it, and it would probably be easier if he was able to do it without his brothers' wife there. But…maybe…she shook her head. She didn't want to risk her and George's friendship with annoying him. No…he wouldn't be annoyed. This was entirely frustrating…she needed to move a bit more away from George to see how she was.

As she turned the corner she ran into someone, "I'm sorry." A familiar voice said.

Angelina looked up, "Jake!"