The thing was, he could feel the fear. Blame Moony, for being so damn near the surface still. Right now Remus refused to really focus on that, however, because how he felt didn't really matter. It mattered how his children felt. How they were doing.
And, obviously, 'not well' would be a correct assessment.
Lips quirking upwards a bit more, he walked towards her and knelt on the floor in front of her before leaning over to kiss her forehead.
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Date: 2008-03-15 02:11 am (UTC)And, obviously, 'not well' would be a correct assessment.
Lips quirking upwards a bit more, he walked towards her and knelt on the floor in front of her before leaning over to kiss her forehead.
"What are you reading, love?"