"I've missed you, Hermione." His voice was rough, raspy as emotion surged, something he didn't hide. Not now. "I've missed you every single day since you left. I missed you every moment you were gone. I looked for you, every day, everywhere. Even when I was blind drunk and raging at the world, at you, I missed you. It's never stopped, regardless of whether or not I wished it would. I'm tired of fighting it, of telling myself I shouldn't. Because I do, Minnie. I miss you." His words, his nickname for her, or some combination of it all made her eyes go glassy as he took another step towards her. There was still far too much space between them, but something told him he couldn't close that distance, not yet.