'Will, you know what this is, don't you?' George voiced surprisingly calm despite twitching in Will's hands. 'Yes,' he rasped back. 'Pretend you love me,' George sat them upright, both hands pressed to either side of the car windows. 'George, I don't,' Will spoke merely above a whisper. 'I know,' the words come out scratchy and weighted against Will, '-just play pretend.'