George nodded at Fred's promise, leaning his head forward against his Twin's with a tiny soft headbutt. It was moments like this George was so thankful he was a Twin. He didn't have to say anything and Fred just knew what sort of comfort he needed.
His eyes followed Fred's path to the desk but remain where he was, shuffling his feet a little. He listen to Fred quietly, a little frown marring his features which asked what was his brother playing at. George's mind was too much of a jumble to work it out.
"See Oliver." He parroted again, the pieces slowly clicking into place. His eyes met his Twin's with small glance, using their weird silent way of communicating to say thanks.
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