She had no idea just how much he knew her, or perhaps she did. He'd told her about the dreams, but there was a difference between talking about them and practically living them.
But here, he was living in this reality, and he loved Fleur as much here as he did there. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to ask her to marry him. Just not yet. The timing had to be just right.
At her statement, he tilted his head a little to the side. "Leave?" he asked, watching her eyes with the same fascination he always had. "I won't be leaving you, I'll just be gone for a little while. I'll be back." The way she said it made it sound like he was going for good.