It was over, then. He'd literally dropped to the ground and had begged her not to leave him and still, she did not offer any reassurances. Still sniffling, he nodded in acceptance of his defeat. Head hung low, he shuffled to a stand. His face was a wet mess. Likely she thought him a disgusting creature and this did nothing to oppose that. Barnabas took a moment to mop his face with the sleeve of his robe.

"Whatever happens in the future, just know that I love you," He told her as he took her hand and promptly apparated them back to the house.

The moment their feet hit the solid floors of the hall, it was as if a fog had lifted. It had been a haze that he'd at first thought was a side effect of apparating... though as it lifted a sense of horror swiftly replaced the heartache. He wrenched his hand away from hers and stumbled away, appalled at what had just occurred between them - what had occurred between them for the past three days.

A disgusted shiver ran down his spine. Grunting in an odd, near squeal, he brushed roughly at his arms and legs, as if trying to remove all traces of her from his body, quite similar to the dance one does when trying to rid their clothing of a mysterious disappearing spider. HE. WAS. MARRIED. TO. MAEVE. BLOODY. CONNOLLY.