Denny had just died. The day you were supposed to marry him, what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life turned out to be the worst.

You felt all sorts of emotions, anger, fear, overwhelming sadness. Numb. You came home, still in your dress, and just laid on the bathroom floor on your side, letting your body relax and soak into the cold tiles.

George being your bestfriend, after a while of waiting to see if you would get up, laid down silently next to you on the cold bathroom floor. He watched patiently, hoping you would talk, or move, or do something.

But he didnt push, he didnt pry, he just laid there and forgot everything. "This is actually relaxing, y'know" He said, closing his eyes and letting his body warm the cold tiles beneath him.