"You think that once you can't play anymore you're done with Quidditch? Imagine.. imagine if you can't play it. That the worst thing in the world happens and you can't play. You can still share it with others. Knowing that other people can love something that you loved because of you... trust me that's an amazing feeling." Tonks knew that first hand. People had good lives because she sacrificed hers. Oliver had a good life and her son grew up tall and strong and the world was safe because of what she did. "You can teach Quidditch to all those little squirts who can barely hold a broom. Save your wages and invest in a team. Invent a new broom. There's a million things to do with Quidditch that will last you till the rest of your life."
She smiled softly at him again, wishing she had some way to take all of his worries away. "And what is that going to do? One last run is going to lead to another. And then another. And soon you won't love it anymore because you'll grow to resent the work you have to put into it." Her fingers moved from his chin and trailed down his neck. She knew she should still her hand. Or better yet, she shouldn't be touching him at all. Except when she was close to him it was impossible not to.
Dropping her hand, Tonks gave him a half smile. "If you really want to go swimming we can go again. You shouldn't be alone for that sort of thing.