Violent violet and bubblegum pink

*Bernard and Nymphadora's eyes meet, perplexed.*

Does he? That's good to know.

*He puts the drawing aside and takes Sunny from Nymphadora, looking her in the eye.*

Now. I need you to listen closely.

Ophelia was really really sick. She's a lot better now, but not entirely. You have to give her some time, and just let her visit us when she's ready. Okay?

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Sunny frowns. Considers this very carefully and then nods. "Wait f'Ophie." Hopefully, "Play wif Ophie?"

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*He can't help but grin.*

Sure. Here in the flat, though, for the time being.

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"Kay," she agrees. "Fun!"

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Ideally, yeah.

*He looks to Nymphadora, still talking to Sunny.*

And on that note, I think it's well past your bedtime.

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"Noooooo!" she protests.

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Afraid so, sweetheart.

*Dora leans over, kissing the top of her head.*

'S been a big day all around. You need your sleep.

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"No no no!" I might miss something!

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No, I promise you won't miss anything important.

*He hauls her up a little against his shoulder, looking at Nymphadora, tired and in shock.*

We're just gonna go to bed too.

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*She nods, pale, and stands with him.*

Come on, then. Bed for us all.

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Sulky, "Fine."

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*He stands and kisses her on the cheek, then takes Nymphadora's hand.*

Okay.

*They head into Sunny's room and get her into her pyjamas.*

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*Nymphadora fetches Jemma from the fort and tucks her in beside Sunny, running a gentle finger down the toddler's cheek. She smiles.*

Good night, Sunshine. Love you.

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She yawns. Maybe she is a LITTLE tired. "Love Ber'd an' Dora too."

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We know.

*He leans down to kiss her again and then takes Nymphadora's hand, walking out into the hallway and shutting off the light.

Once Sunny's door is closed, he turns to her wordlessly.*

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*Nymphadora leans back against the door, her eyes closed, hand still tight around his.*

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*Very slowly, he leans against her and rests his hot, dry eyes against the side of her neck.

When he speaks, his voice is choked, but he's not crying.*

Tim's dead.

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*She gently wraps her arms around him and leans her head against his.*

I know, sweetheart.

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*He's quiet for a minute, then takes a long, shuddering breath, his arms going around her.

He does not lift his head, and if her neck feels a little damp, then it's probably in her head.*

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*Her own eyes are not entirely dry as she holds him, one hand smoothing a slow circle between his shoulder blades.*

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*And the only sound in the flat save Sunny and Ellie's quiet breathing is Bernard whispering over and over, into the smooth skin of her neck, 'I love you I love you I love you--'*

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*Nymphadora nods, a bit unsteadily, and pulls him closer.*

I love you too, Bernard.

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*After minutes or hours or days, there's a sniffle.

It's not him. Must be the dog or something.

He lifts his head to look at her in the dim light, one hand cupping her cheek.*

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*She turns her head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. Her voice is quiet.*

You want to get into bed? Or would you rather sit out there and talk?

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