Patience was comforted by the way her head was nestled between his chin and his chest, the way she was wrapped in the warmth of his arms. She had loved Fred once, and still did, albeit in a different way. She never wanted to hurt him, or any of his family; he was among the few people she trusted explicitly, and would never betray, if she could help it. If coming here, and listening to him, put him into serious danger, she didn't think she would ever forgive herself.
But she would make every effort to ensure that didn't happen. She didn't want to talk right now, and talking - telling people things would be the problem, wouldn't it? She just wanted to listen, absorb information, and try to understand.
It did make sense, somewhat, what he was saying. "But it's not like Imperius, because we can still make our own decisions, can't we? They're not controlling everything. I still feel - I don't feel like I've been a puppet this whole time, just that there's been a haze, or a blindfold."
She quieted again when he mentioned her parents, heart aching. "Yes," she whispered, feeling suddenly and horribly guilty for being complacent with the deaths of her family. "It's been okay. Except... I always felt a little bit sick when I thought about them. I guess I knew, somewhere..."
Trailing off, she lifted a hand to wipe at her eyes when a tear ran down her cheek. "And now I'm feeling it all at once. It hurts so much, Fred."