Tonks was right to look outside. Remus found the atmosphere inside the building stifling, not that he'd ever say so. Could be the company he kept there. Something about Prewetts... He didn't remember Gideon and Fabian ever being quite so...irritating. Or Molly. No, Molly was practically his saviour during the time he'd spent with her during the second war. So what went wrong genetically with those others? It was mad, really. It was also easier to keep Tonks at arm's length. Or, well, a mile's length at the rate he was going.
So he'd taken to hiding, er, relaxing outdoors whenever the weather was nice. It was a comfortable place to read, eat breakfast, hide. Marauder spirit? Pretty much gone.
She might've meant the grounds were pretty, but that wasn't what Remus was looking at when he glanced up on hearing that far too familiar voice. He turned pink and ducked his head, attempting to avoid her eyes. Not that eye contact had ever slowed Nymphadora Tonks down, but maybe if he didn't call attention to himself, she wouldn't see him. He knew he was in enough trouble with her for breaking things off to begin with. And now for not saying hello? He wasn't doing so well.