As his eyes were met by his Twin's Fred felt his anxiety spike, knowing it was Gred's feelings that were fueling his own. He nodded as his little Twin repeated his words and slipped his arms around George when he stepped closer. Pushing down his own worry, he concentrated on bringing the entrance to the hospital into sharp focus and disapparated them both.
Seconds later, they stood outside the Muggle shop facade and Forge took hold of his Twin's hand again. For once initiating the contact that he knew his Gred needed. Stepping through the glass, he glanced round at the quiet reception area. Obviously the players hadn't arrived yet. 'They'll be okay.' He said softly, his own feelings slowly breaking through the automatic barrier he'd put up as soon as he'd seen Oliver fall.
His spare hand moved to rough through his hair, uncertain of his own words and of what to do next. 'We should wait here, maybe?'
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