Tonks watched him coldly. She wished she could hate him, it'd be easier. She wished all she could feel for him any more was anger. Then she could just tell him to go away and get on with her life. But she couldn't. Even as his shabby form crossed the bar to her, she felt that all too familiar pang of love well in her throat. She forced herself to swallow back against it. She would not show too much emotion, too much weakness. She was a strong woman, alone or with the man she loved. She had to be -- for their child.
"Why ask? You don't listen to anything else I say." Tonks' voice practically growled out, though there was a heavy huskiness to it that said she wanted to say more. Wanted to hug him, kiss him, give into the tears she felt fighting behind her temples. She didn't, though. She also didn't tell him to go away. He was more than welcome to join her. Maybe they could work something out.
So she didn't move. She waited for him to sit or leave. Her eyes never left his handsome, tired gaze. She did her best to steel her heart against every emotion that threatened to come rushing through, but her expression tightened, just a bit. She couldn't entirely hide the pain in her eyes no matter how she tried.