Bill had not particularly wanted to leave. In fact, he missed his job, missed having something to do, but this was for the best. He had never had trouble sleeping no matter where he was or what was happening. Yes, he had taught himself on multiple occasions to sleep lightly in case he had to wake up quickly, but that was different.
He didn't mind France. It was actually rather nice here, but he'd really never been to most of it. He took notice of the movement on the bed, part of him waking up unwillingly. He tried to go back to sleep, but his mind kept going instead. After a while of just lying there, trying to convince himself to go back to sleep, he turned over on his back and looked toward Fleur.