He traced his knuckles along her cheek and leaned back so they'd be comfortable. Life often made him a man of solitude, but he craved closeness. Meeting the fellow Marauders had been a dream come true for the boy who had been hidden away for so long.
Those days were over. Whenever he let himself grow too comfortable, something terrible happened. "I have only spoken to James and Eddie before Teddy found me," he admitted. "James was going to bring the journal when I was ready, but..." He hadn't been sure when that would be. "If they are offering pardon, they are too kind," he continued. "Tonks, I love you, but I am a danger to you and Teddy. What if you had been there? I couldn't, darling, I just couldn't." On some level, he realized he was acting like a petulant child, but he couldn't help it. No one could understood, could they?