Re: James | Remus
"At the moment, zipping up my jeans," Remus replied sardonically, before doing just that. He'd frozen for a moment, hearing the approaching footsteps, not wanting to deal with someone seeing the growing web of fine scars criss-crossing his torso that he'd been developing over years of transformations. But, when he recognized James' gait and scent, he'd relaxed again. His friends were used to the sight after spending so many moons with him. There were a fair few gained since the war, but he didn't feel as self-conscious about them with James, Sirius, and Peter.
Reaching for his t-shirt, he brushed his bangs out of his face. "Did you need something, Prongs?" He had to move slowly, movements that were too quick disagreed violently with muscles that were still knitting themselves back together in the proper configuration. But, he pulled the shirt over his head before shooting his friend a soft smile. "Or, are you checking up?" It wouldn't have been the first time. Remus remembered plenty of times James had come to visit him in school, particularly after the incident with Sirius and Severus and the Shack.
A sudden thought struck him. "Everything's okay, right? I haven't forgotten something that happened? No one got hurt?"