tonks is resisting the urge to spill the contents of her lunch into the nearest bin, her hair a particular shade of pale blue at the moment. she feels sick to her stomach, cursing to herself that morning sickness is false advertising — she’s sick at most hours of the day, attempting to convince herself and everyone around herself that it was nothing more than feeling a bit under the weather. this wasn’t going to just will itself away, it was not simple like an illness — it was a hell of a lot more serious than a short lived illness and sooner or later someone was going to figure out the absence of post mission shots. and now she only realizes that she had been completely ignoring whatever the person within range had been saying, thoughts left else where before letting out an uninterested hmm in question.
Bill had been rambling on and on about how work had randomly decided to pack on extra hours for him and if he had to sit at that desk any longer he might actually go mad. He had realized that Tonks had stopped, and that it was probably to throw up the lunch he had just gotten her, but it had stopped concerning him about a week ago. He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and raising an eyebrow when she finally put attention back on him. ''I was talking about work, very boring, blah blah. ''He teased her, pulling out a pack of gum from his pocket and waving it in her direction, ''For my sake please?'' He asked with that ever same taunting grin while popping a piece in for himself.
