At the immediate follow up, George can't help the forced laughter or the way his breath heaves when he tries to push down the overwhelming sensation that's he's drowning. "No?" He replies in a voice that nearly doesn't sound like it belongs to him before leaning against the wall entirely. A hand comes up to cover his face as his chest heaves for air, blue eyes crammed shut.

It was all so real now, it was just hitting him—everything that happened. He can't help feeling as tall as an ant; he had never done well with being asked if he was okay.

But then that question hits his ears and, quickly, George wipes at his eyes as he nods. Something to drink would be especially good for him at the moment so yes, water would be fantastic.