He had to admire her fight that was for sure. She just wouldn't let go and that gave him some hope. He wasn't giving up, but he didn't want to make this any harder than it already was.

Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed quietly. How they'd ended up here Jess would never know. Just a week ago they were considering next year's birthdays and vacations. He had considered, seriously considered, giving her ring back. Then they'd hit a wall. A tall, Scottish, quidditch-playing wall.

Holding her tight against him, Jess warred with himself over his options. He didn't want to force her hand in either direction, but he hoped this would resolve itself soon. "I'll stay as long as you want me to." He promised. And he would because that was what she needed right now and because he wanted to. He wanted to be there for her in whatever capacity she needed out of him.

Gently he rested his head atop hers and rubbed her back in the silence of the kitchen. All he could do was breathe her in while she was still his.