But that's why he avoided it for such an impractically long time, isn't it? His feet were lodged to the algid dirt, and a rebellious tear slid forcing its way down his cheek. It was followed by another, and another, until there was no use in wiping them away because this anguish wasn't going to just cease to exist like so many other things in his life.

Who knew life could be the biggest reason to get drunk and the easiest way of sobering up. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Ron’s okay—We’re okay.” “Well, okay for now.” George nodded slightly with a smirk on his face. “Yes, we’re okay—for now.”