Moxie's POV
Nathaniel helped George get into bed thankfully before turning to me with a small smile.
"Goodnight Moxie, I'll see you later" he said and I nodded with a smile as well.
"Thanks for helping our Nathaniel" I replied and he smiled and left.
The moment Nathaniel finally stepped out of the house and the door shut behind him, the whole room felt silent. I turned to look at George who was still drunk.. He didn’t look at me right away.
He sat there for a second, elbows on his knees, head lowered slightly, fingers dragging through his hair like he was trying to steady himself, but it wasn’t working, not really, because when he finally looked up at me, there was something raw in his expression that I had never seen before.
“I didn’t like that,” he muttered, his voice rougher than
