She curled her arms around him, the both of them squished into the sofa but uncaring of any physical discomfort. "I love you." She kissed the top of his head, because if there was one certainty now it was that she loved him more than ever.
"Does it get easier?" she wondered out loud, because it had to. They couldn't live like this forever. "I'd though losing our Harry was hard. But this is so much worse, James. I don't...I don't know how to process."
She pushed him off her for a minute, just long enough to get his robe off before it tangled around them too much, and then they settled back again. His skin was warm, despite his coming in from the outside.
"I miss him. So much. I didn't know it was possible to miss two versions of the same person so much, it physically hurts." She knew she wouldn't have to explain to him what she meant, because he felt the same.