"Ah...yes, that would make sense," he agreed, quietly. His eyes dropped down to his beverage for a brief moment, his stomach turning on him. Lord, he felt sick.
"If you are trying to hide, why are you doing it in a bar this close to home?" He allowed himself to ask. It made no sense to him because he had yet to speak to Hestia. She was supposed to help him figure things out. They were going to talk about how confusing it was to know that Hermione missed everyone even though they willfully ran away and how Bill was hiding things now just like Tonks. His world was already turned upside down and here was another factor to make him question all that was going on.
"Well, I know home isn't actually London...but it's close to home...and why do you think they will..." He began before frowning. This wasn't a place to talk about this.
"We shouldn't talk here," he then said. He didn't know why he felt as if this was unsafe but if she was worried about being seen then she probably couldn't risk being asked everything he wanted to know from her. "I won't tell," he then promised because she was so concerned about it. Part of him wondered why she even had to ask. Who would he tell? He knew the Ministry was looking for them, but that was all a misunderstanding, and he wasn't going to force them to talk to the Ministry. No, he had a feeling that would not end well.