Fleur just nodded and mouthed a silent “Sorry“ against Charlies neck. She knew it was half past two and she knew he wouldn’t shave when he was kind enough to get the in the middle of the night. But she was neither a silly woman not was she a lush.
When they had apparated in front of the cottage, Fleur realized she had started to cry and quickly tried to whipe the tears away before Charlie could notice them. “Thank you for brining me ‘ome.” She tried to speak with a steady voice and even managed a smile. “See. I didn’t puke. You worried over nothing.”