"But that's how war works," he said quietly. Unfortunately, it was true. He'd lost one sister to it already, and countless friends, though he doesn't know all of the losses so far. "In the end, you're doing it for her, and for your baby."
Not that it would be much comfort to the little girl, not this young, but some principles were worth upholding. "All you can do is make contigencies and hope that they won't be needed."
He didn't mind listening; he knew he was a solid presence, steady and there. His sisters had always told him he was like a rock like that.
"Mostly, I was with the local wizarding wireless down there. Did other odd jobs and such, but mostly the radio." It had been his main source of income between caring for his sick mother, keeping an eye on Jessie's kids when she had to go off for her job, all in all picking up the slack where it needed to be picked up. "Had a small but increasingly popular radio show, but it was time to come back here."