Adrian took the tea and sipped at it, focusing on the taste, the warmth of it, the feeling of sitting in the chair, the scents of the break room, the lights and the sounds of people passing by outside.
"If this were a wireless drama, I'd probably be supposed to say something about how I owe you my life. And certainly she'd've killed me if she could have gotten to me, so it's true. But if you hadn't been holding my hand when she hit me with those memories, I'd probably be madder than a hatter right now. Or just catatonic, like--like Frank."
Tonks wasn't nearly old enough to remember the Longbottoms, but she certainly had to know what he was getting at.