I massage George's shoulders. Seeing him stare like he's a zombie... all that sweet power of him is just gone. I kneel down a bit and wrap my arms around him. 

I feel him swallow. Trying to get the tears away..

"Just cry.. It's fine to do it Georgie.." I say like I'm taking care of a little kid.

George bites his lip and then burst into tears. His parents are gone and all his siblings too. All just because a fire. It's the most stupid thing ever... losing everyone you care about because a fire. Why even a fire? why not a plane-crash? or a bomb? 

A fire... is a silent killer... the smell makes fire... the coughing because there is no oxygen.. the lost of sight because the smoke. You just can't navigate and slowly die of just having the fact you can't breathe... because a fact you get slowly lighted on fire. They would have screamed... and no-one helped.

George pushes me away weakly. He looks at me. The eyes tell more than words ever can do. 

I nod silently.

He pulls me into a tight hug and cries completely broken... the tears float down his cheeks into my shirt. 

I whisper quietly. "I love you."

He whispers brokenly "lowv-e ya..t-too"