"Hey Geo, aren't you a bit bothered by the religious figures here?" Ringo asked, lifting his head to look at him.

George shook his head. "Not really. I've even met the pope once."

"So... You don't burn in the sun, don't get weak at Churches and saints." Ringo pouted. "What the hell is even your weakness?"

He smiled, wrapping an arm around Ringo's waist.

"You." He said, kissing his cheek. "If anything happens to you, that'll be the day I'll feel powerless." George's voice wavered a bit.

"Hey," Ringo teased, trying to lighten him up. "I'm gonna be okay. You're here with me. And whenever I'll fall, you'll catch me."

"Yeah," He smiled, bending down to kiss his lips. "I'll catch you."