There's a quiet in him again, a way also familiar in that it's him processing, working through something to figure out the best response. Not calculated, just pushing through all the shit life's thrown at them.
"I love you," he finally says, quietest of all.
He wants to hug him, but he's not sure if he's allowed. Instead a hand reaches for him and catches the end of his sleeve instead, grounding.
I FORGOT TO CLEAR THE SUBJET LINE i am ashamed
"I love you," he finally says, quietest of all.
He wants to hug him, but he's not sure if he's allowed. Instead a hand reaches for him and catches the end of his sleeve instead, grounding.
(Something else Remus instilled in him.)