Sighing, Remus approached Dora and rested his hand on hers to stop her from damaging either of the bags. They were full with... god only knew what and Merlin knew what state his trousers would arrive in. Though, that was utterly beside the point.
"No, I haven't gone yet, but I have to, Dora. You know this as well as I do. I do not intend to live on the run, no matter how much Morag owed your mother." He shook his head, setting his body down on the corner of their bed and folded his hands in his lap. "Dora, when it comes time to start a family, do you really want to do it while running from city to city hoping the bitch doesn't find us?
"On top of that, I have the Order to think about. I have the bloody school to think about. Like it or not and Morag's money irregardless -- I have a responsibility to you. To provide for you. It is no life being on the run and I refuse to have you live it. So would you unpack the bags?"