Who: Peter & Remus Where: The pub! When: Saturday night Rating: Low Status: WIP / Closed
Nothing has been changed, and never will Just rearranged, and yet we're still Such grand old friends, such devoted and Old friends
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Peter felt remarkably cheered at the idea of meeting Remus for a drink, where they would not have to discuss anything that would make him want to drown himself in the ocean afterwards. And in a way he felt that, with everything going on, he'd probably be neglecting some of his old friends.
He knew he still wasn't 'finished', if that was the right word to be using. He still had letters to write and it was hard to write them when you knew the people receiving them would certainly rather not, but the act of writing them, at least, had been therapeutic, like drawing poison from a wound. He felt like he could walk around in public and for the most part not feel like hiding his face every time someone walked past. Remus was right, he had to put it all behind him and move on, and just accept that some people would continue to hold anger and hatred towards him, but not let it stop him from trying to make a better life for himself.
And he intended to do just that.
He got to the bar early and ordered two Butterbeers. He was all for having a social evening but considering that the last time he'd gotten properly drunk he'd ended up having an existential crisis cum panic attack, kissed a man and ended up in his bed by the end of the night, maybe it was time to cut back. Not that he regretted any second of it, of course. "Hey," he said, smiling widely at Remus when he arrived. "Um, feel free to get yourself something stronger. I just didn't much feel like ending up under the table, tonight."