"Don't be stupid," Fred answered, stroking her hair, and it sounded much softer than it might have if he wasn't so bloody ... well, confused, sure, but there was something else. He didn't know what it was. Terror, maybe, but fondness, too. "Who wouldn't want you? And I'm not stuck. You know me. I can get out of anything." That sounded all wrong though, and he cleared his throat. "But I won't, you know. I mean, sure, we did this the wrong way around or whatnot. But I always do anything the wrong side up anyway."