He saw the slight rise of her eyebrows and shook his head.
"I don't mean now, for sure," he said, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "In a few years. I just worry about this thing dragging on until there's nothing left."
He swirled his wine glass idly and took a sip.
"Sorry, I just get thinking about these things and I can't stop. It's the whole 'what-if' game. I worry about Ron, and Harry and Hermione. I know we're young, but they...they're like, kids. It's just hard...you know."
"I guess that comes with having six younger siblings...you have six extra people to worry about. I envy you and Gabrielle sometimes."
"Anyway," he sighed, setting his empty wine glass down on the counter. "Now I'm a bit tipsy and I'm rambling on about nonsense. Distract me."