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Who: George and Padraig
Where: Padraig's farm
When: Backdated to just after George/Lust happened
What: "Paaaadraaaaaaig, why is my life so haaaaaard?"

George wasn't quite sure what his emotions were, let alone how to feel about them. There was fear and a healthy amount of shame, along with plenty of irritation and some, well, lust. Untangling any of it seemed too hard, so he just laid on his brother's couch and stared at the ceiling instead.

He grunted as he heard his brother come into the room. Besides promising Padraig that he wouldn't try to sleep with Euterpe (which he never would, because he wasn't a complete asshole, for God's sake), they hadn't really spoken about what had happened. George supposed he probably should, because who could he talk about it with if not Padraig? But lying on the couch really did seem so much easier.

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Padraig had simply let George be. He didn't want to force his brother to speak, especially if he was still working through his feelings.

He did, however, occasionally bring George things to eat and drink, because letting his brother just waste away there on the sofa wasn't on Padraig's list of things he wanted to accomplish with his eternal life.

"Brought you soup and soda bread," he said, setting them on the coffee table before claiming the chair opposite his brother. "There's tea too."