Martha couldn't help but see the repression in him. In some ways she could feel it as well; it was like the air had been suddenly sucked from the room. Watching him for a moment Martha moved. She untucked herself from his side and moved so that she was taking the familiar not a sofa position: straddling his lap and looking into his face.

One hand touched his cheek, and the other held his chin as she locked eyes with him, not wanting him to look away. Martha Snape-Jones would never see love as a weakness, and she didn't see him not being able to let go of that piece of his life as one.

"Sev, who we love, they're always a part of us. Just because we have new love doesn't mean that the old gets shoved away or whatever." One hand slipped down his face and rested above his heart, feeling his pulse beat through his shirt.

"There are always pieces of our hearts with those names on them. The pieces get smaller and other people write their names on much bigger ones." For a moment, Martha just traced a 'M' there. "It's alright that they're still there. She's still there. I know that you love me too."

She paused and then she added in voice that was low, but confident. "I know you'll always come back. And I know that you're mine and I'm yours." Simple really.