"I always do!" Fred raised his pint to her with a wink before taking a few sips of his own. He set it down a moment later and immediately continued speaking, not wanting to leave any room for awkwardness to settle in. "Worked in the shop, mostly. Spent time with friends. For the most part, everything's back to normal. Probably because I haven't seen Teddy," he amended a moment later. That bloke was as dramatic as it was possible to be -- and Fred had grown up with Percy, so that was definitely saying something.
It was definitely strange, sitting here across from Tonks. To him, at least, she was married to Remus. She'd been pregnant the last time he'd seen her, and he knew from the grapevine that she'd given birth. The Tonks sitting across the table from him, holding a pint, was younger than he remembered, but she was still her. Now, she also happened to be the woman he'd wanted desperately to impress, the woman he'd proposed to on the dance floor and the woman he had married in front of every Weasley relative on the island. The two versions of her shouldn't have existed at the same time, and yet they did. Even if he no longer felt everything he had when he'd proposed and then later vowed to cherish forever, he remembered.
He felt like a thief, even if Tonks wasn't something to be stolen. He'd interrupted something that was undeniably meant to be.
He felt like a cheat.
"Did you think about this, while you were gone?" He had... sort of. The results, as someone else might say, were inconclusive.