Remus didn’t look up again. Not until he heard the door close behind her. He lifted his head and stared at the door. Part of him hoped that she would come back and yell at him. Tell him he was being stupid and that he was wrong, but the other, logical part of him knew that this was the right thing to do. She would get over him. She’d move on and have a happy life. She couldn’t have that with him. He was making the decision for her, but he had to.
He glanced over to the food she’d brought over, not feeling very hungry. He stood silently and brought it over to the ice box, though he wasn’t sure he’d want to have it later. Regardless, he put it away and slouched back down on the sofa, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. It was the right thing to do, but it felt so wrong.