He starts to speak, and then he stops. There's no right answer to this question and he knows it.
For the briefest of moments, Bill closes his eyes and swallows hard. But then he's considering Fleur again, considering what to say, how to answer her question. Fair enough that she turned it back on him.
"I..."
How the devil do I do this? One way and I seem possessive, another and I seem uncaring.
"I love you, Fleur." He presses her hand to his heart. "I love you, from deep inside. And I'd be a liar if I didn't say I want you, and that I want you to myself. But I also know you, and... I want you to be happy. I want you to be yourself. I don't want you to feel you have to be any less of who you are just to suit me."
He glances away. "You wanted to take things slowly with us. I'm trying, my love, I'm trying my very hardest to be as slow as we need. I don't know how long that will last, but I..."
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He studies her lips, her hands. With the ring.
He starts to speak, and then he stops. There's no right answer to this question and he knows it.
For the briefest of moments, Bill closes his eyes and swallows hard. But then he's considering Fleur again, considering what to say, how to answer her question. Fair enough that she turned it back on him.
"I..."
How the devil do I do this? One way and I seem possessive, another and I seem uncaring.
"I love you, Fleur." He presses her hand to his heart. "I love you, from deep inside. And I'd be a liar if I didn't say I want you, and that I want you to myself. But I also know you, and... I want you to be happy. I want you to be yourself. I don't want you to feel you have to be any less of who you are just to suit me."
He glances away. "You wanted to take things slowly with us. I'm trying, my love, I'm trying my very hardest to be as slow as we need. I don't know how long that will last, but I..."
Fuck.
He just kisses her.
Again and again and again.