Re: Peter/Remus
"Only on occasion? Must not be trying hard enough. I'll have to work on that," Remus teased back, nudging Peter softly with his elbow. "But, a few months doesn't completely erase years, decades really, of social conditioning. I'm...getting better about doubting it. Maybe I'm just tired with everything else, right now." Truth was, the fever was exhausting, always too hot, too tired. There was pain as well, of course. But Remus' high tolerance to pain, thanks to monthly bouts of it with the transformations, meant he could mostly ignore it.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" Frowning, he turned his head to look at Peter. "I don't think we will, Peter. We are getting better. Slowly. But, despite it all, yesterday was good. We were a team again. All four of us. I don't regret the actions that put me in this bed. I'd do the exact same thing all over again if I had to, be it Sirius in danger, or James, or you. For the first time in a long time, we did things right. The consequences are annoying. But, do you really regret it?"
Closing his eyes for a moment, Remus shook his head. "I was thinking I'd write a letter. Just in case." Because, as Regulus said, you should plan for these things just in case. "That way he'll know either way. But, I can't tell him now. It will sound too much like good-bye. And I'm not saying good-bye. Not to him. Not to any of you."