"Oh no," Remus replied with a very serious tone, "I just talked about the old days and he sat there and idol-worshiped as a good young man ought to." He laughed softly, still glad that he only remembered that half and not whatever the hell it degraded into later in the evening. "No property damage or tattoos, unfortunately. And I did talk him out of blowing things up, I believe, so all in all we kept it fairly well centered on good, clean fun." Because, honestly, how much trouble could Remus allow himself to get into? "And we're up to four now?" he questioned, sitting down, "Goodness... someone sure is in a giving mood. How am I to turn that down."
To the best of his knowledge, Remus had nothing really major to expect. Maybe someone was leaving the school, maybe someone else died, maybe they couldn't find a new Order HQ, maybe a whole lot of things that he could easily shoulder anymore with just another weary sigh, a nod and some more to drink. And the joking certainly did help ease his nerves for whatever it was she was about to present him with...
But then conversation took a strange turn and Remus found himself looking back at her with a puzzled expression. He was far from stupid, but he just... didn't get what she was hinting at. Then... Remus stared at her for a moment, the words turning around in his head but not quite fitting in to place anywhere. Pregnant? He felt a rush of guilt that the first thought in his head was and it's mine?, which made him both insensitive and a hypocrite, but luckily he could keep his mouth closed. She was pregnant. And it was his. But he... wasn't a father. James was a father and Sirius was a playboy and Remus was... the one with the sweaters and chocolate and jazz music and... Dear Merlin.
He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A second try was a little more successful. "This is... a surprise," he said. And horrible timing, but no one could be blamed for that. "I... don't know what to... say." He ran a hand over his face and through his hair and sunk back into the chair, staring down at his own feet. He knew all the questions not to ask, all the things that he was supposed to say, but it all felt trite. "I will, of course, support whatever decision you make, Nymphadora. And I will do the best job I can even if it's... not much. My concern is, as always, your safety and your happiness. But I may need some time for this to fully sink in."