Re: James | Remus
Remus laughed, the sort of quiet raspy sound that usually meant he'd transformed only a short time before. But, this time just meant his throat was getting dry again because of the fever. "My nose does," he retorted. It would take more fuzzy-brain than Remus was currently afflicted with for him to not be able to identify certain individuals on scent alone, whether he could see them or not.
"Well, that's good. At some point you're going to have to have a rematch to prove to the younger generation you've still got it," he teased, glad as always for James easy nature. "And Lily doesn't need to worry. They'll find a cure and everything will be fine. This is just an excuse to laze around for a bit. You know what a lazy cuss I am." The truth of the matter was, Remus believed in Regulus. No matter how dire it looked -- and when he was left in his own head, it looked pretty dire, if only because he had seen the truth in Regulus' eyes that morning -- he knew Regulus would do exactly as he'd said. He wouldn't rest until he found a cure. Remus was afraid that might mean he had to be the one taking care of Regulus when this was all over. But, Remus himself would have done the same.
"I kind of feel like Moony went ten rounds with a Ridgeback and left me to deal with the aftermath," he admitted. "But, better than the alternative."