There was a tiny part of her that wished he'd laugh, cheer, hug or kiss her, do something that told her this was a good thing. That he was happy. She wasn't just making him regret more and more than he had married her. Sadly, his response did not go near any of those things. She couldn't really tell what his response was at all. He looked as blank and indifferent as she had felt when the mediwitch at St. Mungo's confirmed her suspicions of the last week. She stared at him quietly, trying to figure out exactly what he was asking as she swallowed her own heart down her throat.
"Do I... what, Remus? Talk to me, please. I... I know we didn't plan this. But we... we love each other. Sometimes... sometimes that is enough. Sometimes it has to be enough." Nymphadora's voice croaked out quietly. She found herself blinking back tears she didn't even realize were there, but that stinging in her temples had finally released into moisture on her eyelashes. Her throat finally cut off her words again, not wishing to all out cry but she was so exhausted and scared that she couldn't entirely control herself.
Tonks finally just tightened her hand around his, not daring to let go. She loved him, he loved her, and somehow they could handle this. They had to, there was no going back now. She finally managed to whisper again, but the words were almost irrelevant, a shaken rambling instead of coherent ideas. "I... I thought... I went... took lunch off... Went to St. Mungo's... they... They said..."