Ah. So he was lonely, then. Or at least that’s what it sounded like, to make an off the cuff assumption, which he greatly disliked doing. Remus, much like James, found he couldn’t respond right away to the question. "I’m not the only one," he began on the route of reason, as it was most convenient. And emotionally detached. "There are others. I – haven’t met them yet, that’s all." To be perfectly honest, he tried not to think too much on the lives other werewolves led. He was being given opportunities that were clearly barred from many of ‘his kind’ if the bigotry he faced at the Ministry annually wasn’t indication enough.
But this wasn’t about him, it was about James deflecting his own problems onto Remus instead. Not permissible. "Are you lonely, James?"