"Well, I'm sure Pads here would try if I asked, but we'd likely just end up with both of us stuck trying to get our canine bodies to fit where they weren't intended to squeeze through." Remus laughed, his memories of those older times only rather vague thanks to the disorientation of the curse. "Besides, now that it's me inside my head, it'll be far more entertaining to try to pounce you," he teased
Snorting softly, he shook his head. "A little rain is cold and damp." He'd smell like petrichor and wet fur in the morning, but he wouldn't give up these nights with his friends for anything, despite the strain between them...for various reasons. They might be daft idiots sometimes, but they were his favourite daft idiots...himself included.