Re: Remus/Dylan
Oddly enough Dylan didn't mind. It was as if focusing on someone else was just a very convenient way to forget his own. Or maybe not forget - no he couldn't forget, especially as Remus' parents had been killed by the same man as Cass. He nodded when Remus finished, not sure what to say but certain he would not sprout the same platitudes that ever one was throwing his way.
"So how long before you felt like getting drunk?" he asked instead, because that was information he needed. Tomorrow morning there was work, and he couldn't be drunk any more. Still he wondered when that stopped seeming like the easy way out.
He shrugged. "She can coddle the newly weds," he said. "Or someone that isn't me. I'm hiding if I have to."
He shrugged. "Our teachers were old and boring," he said. "I doubt anyone of them had lives. I mean if you're in your sixties, unmarried and live at school you can't have had that much of a life, right? You're young and good looking. It's different."