Tonks had watched Harry Al's welcome quietly... it seemed to her right. It touched her heart that it probably helped, judging by just the slightest change in Remus' ... the set of his shoulders? The way his head moved?
He was home. He was loved, and even if she had questions, she... accepted him, no more grudgingly than their youngest did. She sighed softly and turned again to the dishes, her eyes ... bright. With tears.
But her voice was even, calm almost when she spoke. "Right. But neither will know for sure if or how I could help until I know what the matter is. And I certain as anything am not blind enough to fail noticing that I can make things a whole lot worse, blundering without knowing.
"If you tell me that I'll help if I stop asking - I will, at least until I think it doesn't help in reality.
"And whatever it is, I've gone this long without knowing the details, and I can go longer. If you are not ready to talk, or just don't feel like it tonight, or just... need... more space.
"But I chose to be your partner in life, and I chose with my eyes open. And if that matters at all, whatever it is, absolutely anything, my choice will be to know. I know that you'd rather not put me through some things. But I don't think sparing me from them would help at all, in any way. Neither to you, because you'd have to be facing whatever it is on your own, nor to me, seeing you drained and not reaching out and --"
She couldn't finish that one, and finally turned to look at him, leaning against the sink's edge. "You aren't. Alone. No more than you choose to be."
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Date: 2008-03-14 11:26 pm (UTC)He was home. He was loved, and even if she had questions, she... accepted him, no more grudgingly than their youngest did. She sighed softly and turned again to the dishes, her eyes ... bright. With tears.
But her voice was even, calm almost when she spoke. "Right. But neither will know for sure if or how I could help until I know what the matter is. And I certain as anything am not blind enough to fail noticing that I can make things a whole lot worse, blundering without knowing.
"If you tell me that I'll help if I stop asking - I will, at least until I think it doesn't help in reality.
"And whatever it is, I've gone this long without knowing the details, and I can go longer. If you are not ready to talk, or just don't feel like it tonight, or just... need... more space.
"But I chose to be your partner in life, and I chose with my eyes open. And if that matters at all, whatever it is, absolutely anything, my choice will be to know. I know that you'd rather not put me through some things. But I don't think sparing me from them would help at all, in any way. Neither to you, because you'd have to be facing whatever it is on your own, nor to me, seeing you drained and not reaching out and --"
She couldn't finish that one, and finally turned to look at him, leaning against the sink's edge. "You aren't. Alone. No more than you choose to be."