Hi!! I'm doing pretty good how are you??

George: "Well if you won't let me help you, you'll have to tell me what the hell happened," George growled poking him angrily. "Now what will it be Lucas?"

Pretty good! Tired but good!

Lucas: he paused for a moment thinking about his options. "Fine, ill let you help me. But no alcohol!!!" He stuck his tongue out at him just trying to have more power over the situation.

That's good!! But also, get some sleep

George: "Woooow still not willing to tell me?" George asked before giving a huff as grabbed a rag and a wetting it with the spray bottle.

Noooooo! I don't wannaaaa! T^T

Lucas: he nodded his head with a smile. "Some things you don't need to find out... it's better off if you don't know Alright..?" He chuckled nervously looking away.

Fine, but you godda sleep sometime okay?? You can't just stay up forever

George: George just glared before sighing. "I don't need an explanation Lucas," George spat, a little harsher than he meant to. "I lie to you all the time as well..." George paused as he moved Lucas's arms so he could clean the cuts on Lucas's stomach. "It's for 'everyone's safety' or whatever, you know?"