Ringo stopped in his tracks. "About here is good."

George looked at him. "Here?"

"I live about there, you see the little house with the red roof?" Ringo pointed at the house. George took in the sight of the house. It was small, really small, and was a bit untidy.

"You live there?"

Ringo nodded. "Mhmm." He nibbled his bottom lip. "It isn't much but... it's home, you know?"

George smiled a bit. "I know that feeling. My former house was a bit like that."

"Thanks for walking with me, George." Ringo smiled shyly at him.

Then, slowly, he leaned in, standing on his toes.