Re: Remus/Dylan
Dylan nodded. "How did they die?" he asked. "If you don't mind talking about it. Trust me, I'll understand if you don't feel like it." He couldn't imagine ever talking about this. Not anytime soon at any rate.
He smiled. "Well sending food I can live with," he said. "As long as she doesn't try to talk feelings or make me eat while she's there or something, which I fear she might."
He winced. "You mark every night? What are you, a masochist? How will you have a life if you're working every night?"