Fleur hadn't known Will all that well, but she had met him enough times in passing through Roger to at least show up to his funeral. She was always very big on paying her respects to people she had met. Truth be told, however, she wanted to be there for Roger even if she wasn't explicitly telling him so. She was hoping he would understand that if he ever needed anything, she would be there for him at the drop of a hat. When she entered the service she kept her head low and she took a seat in the back in the corner as to not draw too much attention to herself.
It had been awhile since she had been to one of these and she had almost forgotten how terrible it was to lose someone close to you. Taking off her hat and sunglasses before the service began, she held onto them on her lap as she watched people talk of Will and his life. From the few times that she met him, she found him to be fun and lovely. While Roger usually had something to say about him that was along the lines of complaining, Fleur knew that sometimes those were the hardest people to lose.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as Mandy's hand was against Roger's back consoling him and felt even more guilty that she wanted to do the same, that she wanted to be there for him. But those babies were all Roger really had now and she knew that. No matter how much she cared, she wasn't going to meddle with that. Bill was coming to his senses and eventually that would be enough- or so she hoped. This wasn't about her at all and she knew that it was wrong to even think of it. The hardest part was by far when Roger went up to talk about Will himself. She had never seen him look so lost and confused and it broke her heart with every word he said. Se gripped the hat on her lap firmly, fidgeting a bit as she watched this beautiful person fall a part in front of her. When he began to cry (something she didn't even know Roger was capable of) she let a few tears pass before trying to pull herself together. Simply put, this was just awful.
The ceremony ended and the reception began. Fleur had actually known quite a number of people there and chatted with them for a bit when she noticed Roger step outside. Though she knew it was highly inappropriate, she followed him out to give her condolences -- it may have been better for people to not see them anyhow. It was much colder that she thought and she had walked outside without a jacket, but she didn't want to turn around and miss her opportunity to speak with Roger alone. She had thought she saw Mandy step to the bathroom, so she excused herself from her conversation.
She saw him standing there, looking almost pathetic with his back turned to. Reaching out her hand and almost pulling it back, against her better judgement she set it lightly on his shoulder. "Roger. Amour. Je suis désolé."