Bill needed a hug for this reason specifically. Badly. Had for some time, but since he wasn't really telling people about this, aside from the occasional causally dropped hints that things might not be great, he hadn't really had any support. And when Ginny put her arms around him, he clung tightly.
"Thanks," he said at length, and pulled away to look at her. "This sucks. And I just don't want to deal with it. With telling everyone, figuring out how to do this while being in hiding, going to France? I don't fucking know. It all makes me really tired." Bill pushed his plate and cup away enough to be able to drop his head on the table with a hard thunk. Of course it could have been the three bottles of champagne and many glasses of other assorted liquors that were making him tired too.