Christmas at the Burrow was always an energetic affair, and in a way it was as invigorating as it was exhausting at the end. It made Bill both anticipate and wonder what the hell he was thinking with wanting more kids of his own.
He spotted Percy standing at the furthest point from the chaos, a spot that Bill knew he would find his brother. He stood there quietly for a moment, his own glass in hand, waiting to be noticed. He wouldn't push himself on Percy--not today--but he did like to visit with him.
"Percy," he said with a smile. "I am, yes." His eyes strayed to where his wife was busy fixing his daughter's ponytail, and his smile grew a little. "Are you?"
He knew family things weren't on the top of Percy's list, but he kind of hoped Percy would enjoy it at least a little. They all got together like this so rarely.