Bill wasn't a deep sleeper even at his most tired, so on a day when he went to bed alone, Fleur out for the evening, it was easy to wake up at the very late hour, to go make sure everything was ok. Wearing only his tank and boxers, he heard Charlie's voice coming from the bathroom. FOrehead wrinkling, he made his way to the doorway and watched, mystified, as Fleur sat fully clothed in the shower, looking miserable, and Charlie sat on the floor consoling her. What the hell?
He heard Fleur murmur something, his sleep fogged brain not quite making the out the words. Either that or he was unconsciously avoiding making the connection. He stepped into the room, crouching beside Charlie.
"Love? Fleur, what's wrong?" He asked gently, giving Charlie a glance and inviting him to explain, if he knew.