Ginny didn't look at him right away, knowing exactly what he was talking about, those moments of weakness she had during their long nights in the Room of Requirement. He had been so careful with her, cautious that she was in her right mind, and the moments of release from the real world they had shared had been almost unlike any other in her life. She knew what he meant; they couldn't go back to that again.
"Not the whole way they were," she said softly, looking down at her hands, fiddling with a napkin between her fingertips. "But is it really starting over when we know where we'll end up? Its the same spot, just a little more restricted," she said, looking up at him with a half smile on her face. "You were my best friend, and I want that to be what you still are."