[He ultimately decides against smashing it again and tosses it in the air once to catch it and shove it in his pocket. It's then that he notices George's smile, his calm, and somehow that hurts just a little bit.]
Suppose we'll have to try again next time.
[Because there will be a next time. Some day Harry might leave, or Hermione. Gin's been here three years, she can't stay forever. And George - one day he'll leave him too. They've all got lives to get back to, places to be. Fred's only got them. Here. Now.
For whatever mysterious reason, he can't quite keep his eyes on his brother's face. He turns away again, a hand coming up to cover his mouth before running it through his hair. He can't let it all fall apart now. Not again. He'd only just put himself back together.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:17 pm (UTC)You'd think.
[He ultimately decides against smashing it again and tosses it in the air once to catch it and shove it in his pocket. It's then that he notices George's smile, his calm, and somehow that hurts just a little bit.]
Suppose we'll have to try again next time.
[Because there will be a next time. Some day Harry might leave, or Hermione. Gin's been here three years, she can't stay forever. And George - one day he'll leave him too. They've all got lives to get back to, places to be. Fred's only got them. Here. Now.
For whatever mysterious reason, he can't quite keep his eyes on his brother's face. He turns away again, a hand coming up to cover his mouth before running it through his hair. He can't let it all fall apart now. Not again. He'd only just put himself back together.]