r. lupin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tufty) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
After what seemed like a long time, Remus finally parted from Lily's figure although that made him feel cold and empty -- but he was not in the position for a longer embrace, that was the husband's job. "Of course," he rasped, hands remaining on Lily's sleeves. "James has a knack for grand entrances, though, that bugger. It's no wonder he's making us wait a long time..."
He was quiet for a moment before he realized that he must look like a fool where he half-stood so he dragged a chair from nearby and sat himself there. There wasn't a lot of improvements on his physical description -- or it probably wasn't obvious at all. "I am just..." he began after a while, "...devastated," he said to Lily's hands, "that I could not be there when I could have helped. Devastated at how this all turned out to be..." Lifting his hands, he rested his elbows on his thighs and covered his face with them, "Peter was our friend, Lily, he was our friend..."