Remus laughed softly, listening to his friends' banter. It felt good. Even with the pending transformation and the irritable sick feeling from delaying it, this felt good. The three of them, laughing and joking like they used to before things got weird, before the incident with Snape and the war and the secrets. Before the trust eroded between them and Remus was left to face these nights alone and heartbroken.
"Not much longer," he replied, sitting up again at James' question. "You two should probably find your safe distance before it starts, come back "once the flailing is over." The itch was starting to burn beneath his skin, a clear sign it would happen soon. Remus just hoped his inner beast wouldn't turn on his friends too much overnight. The first few times they'd joined him in school, the werewolf mind hadn't known what to do with these animals who weren't it's preferred food and had fought them until it got used to them. After a couple years alone and angry, Remus was afraid of a repeat.