"I'm not hungry." She was by the window, and he walked to her, reaching out a hand. He squeezed hers once when she took it, then let it go. "I had something at the hospital, once I knew it was going to take forever."
He sank onto the window seat beside her, leaning his head against the window frame.
"I'm so tired," he murmured, just for her, tuning out the discussion Fred and George were having across the room. Something heated about Moondeer antlers, and he couldn't have cared less. "It always takes forever, and it's always the same."