“Hello, Mon Cœur!” George gives Celine a tight hug, kissing the top of her head, while she tries to not hit him with the staff she was still holding. “I need you to come upstairs for a bit. Ewan and I have some news, and I need to hold you for a bit. If that’s okay…” Celine nods against his chest, turning a bit to hand the staff to Sammy, who takes it grinning at her. George didn’t move for a few more seconds, and Celine felt a bit awkward. She pats his back,
“Uh, George?” He hums,
“Yeah?” She clicks her tongue,
“Are we staying here, or going upstairs?” He looks down at her and she smirks at him,
“Hmm?” He releases her, looks around and coughs. “Sorry, yes, upstairs.” He takes her hand and starts to walk towards the stairs with her. “I just missed you… a lot.” He seemed uneasy, but she
