Remus, lately, had no bloody clue how to read his wife. Since Andy's murder, he'd found it damn near impossible to read her and it bothered him. Usually, it was so easy to tell what was going through her mind. Now, it was anyone's guess. Remus placed a finger to her lips before she finished that statement. "Where do you want to go? I do owe you a honeymoon, don't I?" he said, corners of his mouth quirking up in a smile.
"Options are one thing," Remus said, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. "I think you need time away from everything. Tell me where you want to go and if you want to make all the arrangements, I don't mind. Or else I'll plan. Just tell me what you want, love."