There were a handful of things that were ultimately wrong that had passed on by for a few weeks now. Even though Ernie understood that Susan had no desire to rush into marriage. The union with Marcus Flint was something that stung more then he would ever dream of revealing. She was being selfish with everything, especially since there was someone that was willing to give her everything and treat her the way a woman ought to be treated. A quidditch player couldn't give her exactly what she wanted. At least, in Ernie's mind one couldn't do it. They were always off at practices and not to mention the fact that the troll had a baby on the way with another female were two good reasons. Who was to deny the fact fully with outmost trust that he wouldn't go out and do the samething the next day, or the times that they were apart. It was different for Ernie, especially with the fact that his eyes only saw one woman and she was standing before him. Always.
Not noticing that his apperence had wavered on to the nervous side of things, Ernie kept his gaze upon Susan. She was utterly beautiful, even when she was only tidying up the shop. There was no one that could ever compare. "When I'm with you, nothing is wrong," he stated honestly. Of course, they were going through a rough patch, but he was keeping his hopes high that they eventually would be back together, sooner rather than later. Together with normal conversation, everything did seem fine, not counting the feeling of his stomach accomplishing backflips. He couldn't deny that he wished that there were more physical contact between them though.
"Tea sounds lovely," he responded rather quickly, feeling himself calm down after what he had thought would have became a tense situations just minutes prior. It seemed as though he had let the what ifs consume his thoughts more than he should. Things were still decent with them, including the confusion that surrounded them as a whole. Feeling himself bite his bottom lip slightly as Susan fixed his collar, Ernie had to contain himself fully, especially with the thoughts running through his mind. A kiss wasn't something he was about to steal, even if she had been that close to him.
Composing himself, Ernie continued to follow a little ways behind Susan into the greenhouse, doing his best to be respectful of what she desired. As he glanced around at the work that she accomplished within, the question was something he didn't expect being asked. It only had been a week ago that he announced the new schedule for work that he had been hell bent on keeping for her. That only showed that Susan wasn't paying much attention towards him. "I alreaady worked my shift. These days, I'm only working to five in the afternoon. I have more time," he added, omitting for you from his words.