Neville shut his mouth and stopped apologizing like Hannah had asked. The school was a priority but... Frankie was his child, their child and his safety was at the top of Neville's list. But he guessed he really didn't need to say it.
"He will grow out of it... and later on he'll appreciate it. Even if Minerva still hasn't gotten to that point either... eventually, both of them will."
Neville's stomach was in a knot just before he spoke. "Every time ... we get close again, or I need you near me, there's always something. You flit about the flat .. dart away to check the oven, pick up the paper... just little things, like a moment ago, when you said 'Nevermind' and talked of dinner." He frowned and let go of her slowly, worrying at his lip. "Like you're distracted. You're really the only family I have Hannah... apart from the kids and I really can't talk to them about some things, most things."
He gulped and thought he was being silly but he shook his head. "Maybe I have it all wrong, I don't know.. but that's how it feels. Not like I want to talk to anyone but you anyway." He said quietly, a little sheepish and tried for a smile.