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John and Paul were chatting idly on one of the beds when George slunk in quietly. They both looked a bit confused, but Paul was the one to speak first.
“Hey, Geo. Need somethin’?”
Instead of responding, their bandmate just blinked at him before coming to sit down on the floor near Paul’s side of the bed. He still didn’t say anything, just keeping still with his eyes closed.
Paul considered just going back to talking, but years of dealing with his childhood friend’s strange behavior gave him the feeling that he should try something else.
“Georgie?” He asked softly,” You can come up with us, if you want?”
George opened his eyes at that, but didn’t move.
“We don’t have to talk or anythin’, just might be more comfortable than the floor, y’know?“ He held out his hand, “C’mon.”
Paul was aware he was babytalking at George a bit, but his friend didn’t react negatively, so he supposed it was alright.
The guitarist rose from the floor, practically dropping his head in Paul’s lap, curling up. He started to stroke the youngest’s hair a bit as he went back to the conversation he was having with John, ignoring the look he was shooting George.