She couldn't help looking at him. Here. It was like the house had been its own kind of empty without him, and him just doing the things he would, the way he always did, carefully, cautiously... no, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him for long. OK, she was washing dishes. She had to look and concentrate on that now and again. And yet... and yet her gaze just returned to him.
As though if she really looked away, he'd disappear.
That's stupid.
Tonks took a deep breath and tried to calm down yet more. It wasn't quite working, but she tried. She didn't like the... tension that had settled somehow - or maybe it was just in her feeling that way.
Why couldn't she just be glad that he was home? Because glad she was. She just couldn't shake the worry.
In the end she lowered her eyes to stick to her hands and the pot she was washing, and her voice came out with a question that sounded ... weak even in her own ears, making her scrub maybe a bit harder than was necessary.
"How do I help?" Clue me in. Tell me what not do at least...
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Date: 2008-03-14 10:39 pm (UTC)OK, she was washing dishes. She had to look and concentrate on that now and again. And yet... and yet her gaze just returned to him.
As though if she really looked away, he'd disappear.
That's stupid.
Tonks took a deep breath and tried to calm down yet more. It wasn't quite working, but she tried. She didn't like the... tension that had settled somehow - or maybe it was just in her feeling that way.
Why couldn't she just be glad that he was home? Because glad she was. She just couldn't shake the worry.
In the end she lowered her eyes to stick to her hands and the pot she was washing, and her voice came out with a question that sounded ... weak even in her own ears, making her scrub maybe a bit harder than was necessary.
"How do I help?" Clue me in. Tell me what not do at least...