“I take care of Victoire, that takes up most of my attention.” Bill said with a chuckle. It was true, Victoire could be demanding, and he had gone from living (mostly) on his own, to being her full time caregiver. He wouldn’t change it for the world, but it had been a sudden and unexpected thing that had sent him a bit head over heels for a month or so. “You work hard too, I promise, I’m going to make this week up to you. Maybe we can even get a weekend away somewhere.”
“The same Hestia I’ve known forever has always been ridiculously sweet, and supportive, and my best friend. The same Hestia I’ve known forever has always been beautiful, I’ve just not said it enough.” He smiled at her. He flinched though, as her lips touched his scars. It didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t used to them being touched. Fleur had always avoided them, as if touching them would pass along the mild lycanthropy that he felt. He didn’t like when people stared at them, they were a source of irritation for him.
“I’m alright looking.” He conceded, knowing better than to argue and seem self-pitying. “The moon is coming up, you know. So I wont be around as uh.. much.”