Ron fingered the pages of his journal, looking down to the angry ink marks his sister had clearly made in frustration at him, and then looked back to his girlfriend. She didn't seem like she was upset with him, and a little bit of the tension eased from his shoulders just with her presence.
"Hi," he responded, voice quiet.
He was looking down again and frowning, but he did reach out then, hand going to her ankle, gently wrapping his fingers around it just to have that contact. He wanted more, but she had sat a small distance away. Maybe she was angry?
Ron didn't know. He never knew, and he always bloody made it worse. His scowl deepened slightly and again he contemplated writing back or interrupting their visit in the owlry. He didn't think either of those options were good ideas, but it just felt wrong, too, to leave things as they were.