He takes the jar gratefully, rubbing the bruise cream on his injuries with a practiced ease.
"'Course, Pete. But don't feel like you have t'-- hide it, nn? At least not with me, and probably James and Remus, too."
Sirius for certain, at least, understands an aspect of it.
The question does getting him halting a moment, a brief flicker of shame crossing his expression that he ducks his head to hide; pretending to focus on his injuries.
"Well, y'know me," he says after a moment, "Bit of a tosser. Sometimes I'm not polite enough and have to-- be reminded."
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"'Course, Pete. But don't feel like you have t'-- hide it, nn? At least not with me, and probably James and Remus, too."
Sirius for certain, at least, understands an aspect of it.
The question does getting him halting a moment, a brief flicker of shame crossing his expression that he ducks his head to hide; pretending to focus on his injuries.
"Well, y'know me," he says after a moment, "Bit of a tosser. Sometimes I'm not polite enough and have to-- be reminded."