The little smile grew to a grin as George watched the older man awoke, moving the bag slightly out of Marcus' face so he didn't feel like George was trying to shove it up his nose or something. "Hi," he replied, voice soft so any nearby Healers didn't catch him. "How are you? Can you sit up? I brought you a present."
He placed the bag containing the cheeseburger onto Grumpy's lap once the other man was sitting up. "Don't tell your coach I brought it. He'd have my hide. I mean, I'm guessing all you Quidditch players are on a strict diet. But I thought one wouldn't hurt... besides, hospital food is gross." He was rambling, but he tended to do that when he was unsure.
George shifted on his feet a little as he stood beside Marcus' bed, unsure where he should sit. He would have liked to sit on the bed next to the Chaser but hospital beds were narrow - especially when a big person like Marcus was occupying it. He turned to the hard backed chair sitting next to the bed but not close like the chair next to Oliver's had been. George guessed it had previously been used by Marcus' cousin or one of his other relatives - close enough to see the Chaser was okay but not too close to imply a strong relationship.
Then again, it was just a chair. George was reading way too much into it.
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