"If it isn't like me at all, then I have only myself to blame," Remus admitted without the vaguest hint that he was pausing. "Perhaps I am not very good at doing this, or doing what I want to do but I know that I will have to get it out at the soonest possible chance." Right now, though, he was wondering if now really was the right time to do this.
"Please bare with me for a couple more minutes, and if you should feel like leaving..." he shook his head, "then I suppose there is nothing I can stop you with." Because this conversation isn't about to be taken lightly, he thought.
"How do you feel about Ginny and Albus?" As he asked this, Remus was still gathering ideas in his head, still gauging how he ought to let them out, how they ought to sound like...