Hands buried in his pockets and shoulders awkwardly hunched together, Ron looked down at his feet as they walked along in the dark. Right. Awkward. Terribly awkward, really. Ron didn't know if he wanted to even continue the walk. Half of him was practically begging for him to turn right back 'round and head off in the opposite direction. He could march himself straight up to their flat, lock himself away while Stephanie went about and did whatever it was that she wanted to do, then they could completely forget about everything altogether. In fact, if he had it his way (which he never did, because life was bloody cruel), he'd turn his wand onto the two of them and erase their memories entirely. Better yet, he'd find a proper time-turner and go back a day or so, that way he wouldn't make the mistake of making a prat out of himself twice over. All he had to do was stun himself from a distance and keep himself from getting to the computer...
"I reckon it isn't, no," Ron agreed, eyes still glued to the sidewalk. "I prefer you without the mask, to be honest. It's brilliant that you run about and do your thing, helping people and all that, but I like seeing your face more." Ron went quiet after that. He didn't suppose that complimenting her excessively was going to make her feel better about the way he had behaved earlier, was it?
Ron scuffed his sneaker against the ground, looking for some kind of distraction that would make this walk seem less painful. When he found that he couldn't bear the tension any longer, Ron chanced a look at Stephanie. "So, er, you're...all right, yeah?"