Bill held the door open for his brothers and stepped back to let them through. He was smiling, which wasn't unusual, but it seemed like some of the natural light behind his eyes had vanished a bit. Most of it was due to being exhausted, but some of it was because he was still holding on to what had happened a few weeks ago. All in all, he still felt like himself, but there was a guilty nagging feeling in his gut that he couldn't quiet.
"Glad to have you," he told them both and patted George on the back. "Fleur is cooking and I'm sure she'd be delighted to see you. From what I hear, you two have been giving her a rough time and trying to force her to use her breasts to make me the permanent cook?" There was definite amusement in his voice that could not easily be mistaken.