There was a brief moment where Bill thought he was going to cry himself. He had with Charlie. Only now he just felt like he couldn't. He'd cried in front of people enough. He could cry alone, but he'd hold off on doing so in front of others. "Wouldn't Harry mind?" Though, Bill didn't think he would mind going. He'd shrink all his books into boxes and wait for them to be of use. He'd save his money and buy himself a place somewhere. Maybe all of that could happen. "Would be better than the Burrow," he admitted quietly.
Bill nodded a little, leaning against her some. "I suppose she ought to. Saturday, maybe." He paused for a moment before saying, "Do you suppose you could get me some string? I found Fleur's ring...I just...want it with me."