brave face talk so lightly

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.“For what? For ripping this thing?”“No,” though he is a little sorry—before, he always patched up his clothes by himself. But once she got pregnant, Lily said she wanted to learn how to do it, and has used his laundry as practice ever since. Even knowing she wants to do it, he feels like he’s making her, like he’s being lazy. “I’m—well, I’m not much conversation right now.”“You’re not feeling well. Nothing to be sorry for,” she says at once, conviction strong in her words. But then she sighs again, smaller, and rubs her eye with the back of her fingers. He watches her do it, and meets her eyes head on when she looks down at him. Exhaustion lingers, all too familiar. “Truthfully, Moony, I don’t mind the quiet.”