This was the thing. When they were close like this, when they were touching, and she blotted out the rest of the world for him, he couldn't imagine being without her. And that was why he could barely survive when he woke up and found that he was indeed on his own. That's why he was left spinning, unable to cope.
Bill held her hand gently in return, enjoying the warmth of her long fingers laced in between his. He couldn't help but smile as well.
"All right," he said, knowing that there wasn't anyway that he could have done anything but agree. "My life here," Bill repeated, with something of a laugh. "Well, up until recently, Skeeter was running things around here, so she loved to make life miserable. Things have gotten a lot better since Georgie took over." He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. "Why don't we head back to my place and I'll tell you some more?" Like Victoire, he figured. She was probably the most important thing he needed to share with Fleur.