Re: James | Remus
Remus laughed softly, gifting his friend with a warm smile. "I know, terribly busy being a mother hen," he teased. For a moment, he felt a quick stab of giddy relief at seeing James alive again. After two months, that miracle hadn't quite become commonplace yet. There had been too many months prior spent with three empty holes in his heart where his friends should have been for him to take their presence there now for granted.
At James' question, though, Remus found himself sinking back down to sit on the bed, the sheer magnitude of the previous night too much to stand. "I remember everything, Prongs." His words were soft with no attempt to conceal the awe in them because the man across from him was one of three who would understand with perfect clarity what being able to say those words meant to Remus. "I remember everything. What the full moon looks like, the feel of damp fur at the end of the night, running alongside you and Pads...steering him away from the Forest," he added with a chuckle. "Just everything."
Everything included the pain and screaming himself hoarse before and after, of course, as the sullen aches of his body were reminding him. But, as he looked at his friend, eyes wide with the remembering, Remus was more than happy to accept that in exchange for having control of his own mind.