The loss of contact startled Will into turning and reaching for her hand once more. The station had to be fast approaching, they would need to part in the immediate future. Still, it was the only contact he had with her in months. Hell, her hand in his was likely the only touch they'd share again. Will wasn't likely to pursue her after this catastrophe.

The train rolled into the station. "Send me your patronus when you're home." He said quietly before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it softly. It would have to be enough.

It would never be enough.