"Could there be hope it would lift from him, with time and companionship?"

There are dozens more questions she has, and no doubt he knows, but with how reticent George is to speak on the other to begin with, Fever veers away from getting too personal. Still. Not allowed anymore? Who barred him from his art? What made him feel as if he was forever forsaken, what wounds formed the rift? And how did they meet, that they became so close so quickly?

Steady on. She's here to listen, first and foremost.

"If it brought him such joy, if it has left such an absence, I find it hard to believe that he couldn't accept it back one day."