Harry sighed, a good portion of the tension slipping from his shoulders. He'd really needed to hear that. He needed to know that she was going to be there. No one else possibly could, but more importantly, he didn't want it to be anyone else. They had their rough spots, but he really did want this to last.
He took a moment to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes closed in order to take a moment to collect his thoughts. When he was able to think clearly, without the sense of dread springing up, he shifted to rest his head on her shoulder. He hadn't been lying when he said he wanted to hold her. On occasion his lips would brush lightly against her skin as they sat in comfortable silence, the water and each other's company a section of their nerves that nothing else could.
"Did you at least enjoy France?" he asked, quietly. Her homecoming hadn't been what either one of them expected, which was mostly his fault.