Well, truth be told, it was partially his fault they had no time together anymore. Dora wasn't the only one who had a hand in this. Without his -- well, he knew exactly how the mechanics of it worked. So the mental diatribe was utterly beyond the point.
He entered the room and scootched beside Dora. "He just ate? You mean I missed the show?" Remus teased, lightly kissing the top of his son's head. It was followed by a longer one placed on Dora's lips as he wrapped his arm around her. "Nothing much. Reading the boards and getting more and more depressed." He looked down at his son and sighed. "I had hoped we left London for a slightly better life, no matter how we got here. Now, I'm not so sure this is the better end of the deal."