"Of course I am," he mimicked. He wanted to whine like a child, and he knew he was approaching it without really meaning to. Sighing again at her explanation he shrugged. "I think it's just that... being an adult meant something differently to us, didn't it? It meant the war. Fighting. Adulthood didn't necissarily have anything to do with sex. Not until later at least. So maybe it's a bit harder for me to transition like this than other parents?" To him it made sense, but even Ginny seemed to think he was off his rocker.
Waving down a waitress he asked for a pint and looked to Hermione for her order. As she did so he simply looked at his friend. She certainly was working too hard, even by Granger standards. She looked tired, worn a little bit thin, but still as beautiful and energetic as always.