Hey. Easy there.
What's going on?
Nothing-- I'm fine. M'fine.
Yes, so you've said.
What is it, love?
you came home late.
Fuck. I know. I'm sorry. Were you planning s--
You were worried about me?
Ugh. Yes-- and you know I try, and I'm usually not, and-- and I mean, how are you even meant to know when I'm coming home my hours are so bizarre-- but I don't know why today I just-- my mind went there. And then I worried. Which I know is completely ridiculous because you're hardly ever in danger and when you are, I know you're prepared and with Charlie and loads of other aurors too, my own father being one of them-- but I just-- I guess I had a moment. I don't know.
I get it, Al.
I'd be...ripping my hair out and worse. You know me. You're amazing with the strain of it. Really.
If it makes you feel any better, I was sat in a conference room with Charlie and your uncle Ron.
Yeah. Makes me feel better a bit, I guess.
I know it's hard. And I'm not going to be an arse and say you have no reason to ever be worried, but I'm careful, Al.
I know you are, I do-- I'm not asking for you do to anything differently, or be different. I just-- need a hug, I suppose.
That could probably be arranged.
I'm sorry for being late.
It's really okay.
I'm sorry for going slightly mental.
Yeah, well. What are fiances for?
This, I suppose. And loads of sex.
I think you'll find I make an decent fiance, then.
Mmph. Don't be worried about me. I'm quite good.
Flattery will get you everywhere, sir.
I know. It's how I've accomplished basically everything in my life.
It's good, right?
It's a bit--I don't know. I sound like a prat. But I missed you a bit. At work today.
And I missed you, too. I was even slightly distracted thinking about you.
I can be very distracting.