"Yeah, that's just what I was thinking," Bill said. "But, you know, that's what happens when you grow up, I s'pose. Dad hardly talks to either of his brothers." He idly swivelled his glass around with a twist of his fingers. "Actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you... might as well get right into it... Fleur and me, we're, ah..." his lips twisted into a sheepish sort of smile, marred only a little by the facial scarring. "We're trying."