When George hit puberty at 16. He ran straight to you. His best friend. His person.

You were laying in bed, trying to nap to escape from the period cramps when someone landed on top of you. You immediately knew it was George but everything hurt to much to speak.

He was in pain too. His voice hurt. His head hurt. His body hurt from the growth spurt. And his down there hurt from it's spurt.

So he just spooned you made you share the heating pad.