The mention of the singular you's didn't go amiss, and she glanced up to read his face. Dora couldn't say she hadn't had the thought herself, that she could probably stay as much as she liked were she to ask. But excluding him didn't feel fair, wasn't what she or Teddy wanted, and she knew her Mum would prioritise whatever was in their best interests, could set aside reservations about Remus' past behaviour for the pair of them. The wall of exclusion that was going up seemed entirely of his own making.
"I reckon she'd let you sleep on the sofa for Teddy. Might be a bit awkward, but hey, we managed when I was pregnant, right?" Her leg seemed to sting the longer she left it untouched, and she was starting to feel stupid in her stubbornness, her jaw muscles tense as she fought to ignore it. They were nearly there, she could nearly relent.