Bill was still on top of the bed clothes, wishing he were under them, but too apathetic to do anything about it. "Thanks, Ginny," he said, clumsily reaching out to pat her on the head, first getting her face, before managing to find the top of her head. He thought about things getting better and one day being free of the whole thing and being happy again. He just wished it didn't have to happen so slowly.
Finally, in a burst of frantic movement, Bill shed his jumper and got under the covers, curling onto his side with his sister behind him. Reaching back, he took his sister's arm and brought if over himself. "I'm glad you stayed," he murmured. "I love you."