"I suppose that is the wisest course of action," Thomas commented, with a single nod, though he shifted his feet about awkwardly. Despite his desire not to destroy their friendship or George's reputation, the revelation was still a shock that would likely take him some months to fully process.

"If you need a, erm--" He waved his arms, face going an unflattering shade of crimson. Fuck, this was awkward. "Reprieve?" What the Hell kind of descriptor was that? Shit, he was terrible at comforting. He hoped she knew what he meant, for he was unwilling to go into any more detail. "Do, um, let me know, and I shall play lookout." And have a bit of warning before wandering in on George half-dressed again.

He cleared his throat and tried, in vain, to appear normal, but he only seemed to become more gawky.