When Lennie had snapped Curley’s Wife’s neck , you helped him get to the brush where you , George , and Lennie agreed to go if anything bad happened. Obviously you were upset , because life was going great on this ranch - but unfortunately nothing good came out of panicked angry scolding.

Lennie was crying. Loud.

George was straying away from the ‘hunting party’ going on with the others , a gun in hand when he heard you comforting none other then a overly large autistic man who was rocking in sorrow. George frowned - out of both pity and annoyance. He snuck up from behind you and put a hand on both your shoulders.

“ Loud as always , eh? They’re going to hear us.. "

George mumbled harshly enough to shut you and Lennie up immediately. If anything Lennie was scared to silence. George let out a heavy sigh , shaking his head in clear disappointment before patting you on the shoulder - trying to get your attention while Lennie disassociated.

“ They’re going to get Lennie. They-..won’t just lock him up nicely. You know that..right? "

George questioned , his own voice breaking. He could try to run..but god , if they didn’t make it far all three of you would be shot down by the wrath of Curley - who he could hear screaming slurs from if only a mile away.