When Tonks grabbed his hand Fred took a couple of really, really deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to scream and curse and flail a bit more, but she didn't need that, did she? Him acting like a petulant child and throwing a fit, because he was suddenly so bloody darn angry at Remus and himself and the world for putting poor Tonksie through this kind of shite, but as well for not keeping him in the loop. There was a twinge of dislike directed towards Fleur for a second, but he determinedly pushed it away, because there was nothing good to come from being angry at her either, was there? He opened his eyes (when had he closed them? He had no idea), brows furrowed and looked up at Tonks. "‘m sorry, shouldn't've started screaming blue murder, yeah?"
He dropped his eyes to the table top, fighting to smother the fury that bubbled through his veins. After a few more of those bleeding nice deep breaths Fred lifted his eyes to Tonksie, looking both desperate and a little lost, trying to cover both emotions up as best as he could - which wasn’t very good. “I mean… I just never thought he’d ---. Eh, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, is there anything, I seriously mean anything!, that I can do? Even if it’s like, washing your laundry, just say the word and you’ll have the whitest whites you’ve ever seen, alright?” he squeezed her hand a bit tighter as he spoke, hoping it would be even a little comforting. Tonks hadn’t shown any real big girl type emotions yet, just looked tired and worn (it made Fred’s mouth taste bad and heart ache), but a part of him waited a bit frightened whether she was going to start bawling or not. Good old Tonksie was one tough lady, that was for sure.