Snorting, Tonks twisted the lid off of the jar of nutella and stuck her finger in, licking off the chocolate spread before replacing the lid. She was willing to wait for more, after that.
"Poor halfblooded bastards that we are," she admitted, reaching up to stroke the back of Remus' head and his neck. "Good thing we have them around to tell us how to live."
Raking her fingers through his hair, Tonks let them trail back down his neck, down his spine, taking her turn in comforting him.