Fleur noticed how he's smile lit up his face despite the scars, it made her smile in return. "Oh, I remember your brothers. The twins. They were the ones that were running the bets at the Tournament." The memory made her laugh as it was amusing to her now. "It is certainly possible for them."
"I suppose so," Fleur agreed softly as she slide off the counter and inched slightly closer so she could catch all the words he uttered softly. Bill's hushed words conveyed just how hard it was for him. It had been hard for her too but she doubted it was even a worthy comparison considering.
"I am not making it any easier am I?" Fleur asked him in practically a whisper; almost afraid of what he would say in response. "By being here and not being her..." To her it was a fair assumption.
Before Fleur had met him she had a list of questions she had wanted to ask him: questions about her, about him, about them. Now she was starting to think better of it. It would probably hurt and she found the last thing she did was want to chance hurting him.